My birthday is coming up. I like Style K the best.
Graffito of the day: “don’t upcharge on the chips asswipe.”
In most men’s room stalls, you’ll usually find a newspaper (or at least a section of it) left by some kind soul for entertainment purposes in an otherwise morose locale. Today I discovered not a section of the Wall Street Journal, but instead a handful of pages printed out from WSJ.com. Is this sad? Maybe it wouldn’t have been so depressing if all the stories weren’t on politics. Print out the Lifestyle section next time, dude!
Ladies: If you’re going to do the limbo in a short skirt, people are going to see up it. No lie.
What a waste. Think of how many butter-eating contests this could have funded.
What a waste. Think of how many butter-eating contests this could have funded.