I'm university educated; I occasionally read high-brow literature (Justin Bieber: Just Getting Started sometimes had TWO syllable words. TWO SYLLABLE WORDS, Y'ALL!! If that doesn't say high-brow, I don't even know what does); and I sometimes scan the news when I'm looking for celebrity gossip and TV spoilers.
Then why, for the love of all that is good and frakking holy, why can't I remember to empty out my pockets when I do laundry?!!!
This last load was particularly bad. The culprit? A kleenex, the mangy cur.
White fluff everywhere. It looked like Donald Duck decided to go kamikaze on my laundry.
|Bzzzbees from the lovely PostMuse|
|I thought I got weed from Nicole, but she really just sent me oregano|
|I WROTE A LETTER! HUZZAH! Of course, it also involves the lamest placement of moustache scraps ever, but let's gloss over that shall we? Moustaches for Lisa!!|
Now that the first newsletter is out, I'm off to collapse in an exhausted heap. Please don't step on me if you see me lying in the middle of the street. However, if you want to play jumping games over my inactive form, I suppose that's okay.
Have a great week everyone!