A family friend of mine cleaned out the electrical vault on the sidewalk outside his house and installed a platform inside it for him to stand on. He dresses up and scares trick-or-treaters every year by revving a de-chained chainsaw and jumping out of the ground at little kids. I’d love to be there to see those kids shit their pants as a grown-ass man jumps out of the fucking sidewalk to ambush them.
I bagged some rabbits a few weeks ago and threw them in the slow cooker. Beef stock, yellow/green onions, garlic, serrano peppers, a few sprigs of rosemary, red ‘taters, and two eggs for a thiqqening agent. T’was dank as hell and I didn’t even get tularemia.
The original NCIS used to be cool and Mark Harmon is a fucking legend, so watch your tongue. The spinoffs (Los Angeles and New Orleans) are hot steaming garbage.
I was about 7 when I walked into a sauna to be visually assualted by an old dude sitting on the second level with his jiblets directly at my eye level. That’s seared into my memory with horrifying clarity.
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Just call nived, I bet he knows a good hitman
THANK YOU
September 1st, the start of hunting season, is the best holiday. Hands down.
A family friend of mine cleaned out the electrical vault on the sidewalk outside his house and installed a platform inside it for him to stand on. He dresses up and scares trick-or-treaters every year by revving a de-chained chainsaw and jumping out of the ground at little kids. I’d love to be there to see those kids shit their pants as a grown-ass man jumps out of the fucking sidewalk to ambush them.
I’d love to attend an underground warehouse rave with Duda
Got my Post Malone temporary tattoo set in the mail yesterday. Tomorrow’s party is gonna be fucking rowdy.
Guess you ain’t really about that sush’ life
Move to a coastal city and catch your own. Gorging yourself on yellowfin belly that was swimming yesterday is a glorious thing.
Running the table is muscle memory. Just like riding a bike, playboi.
I sent it by carrier muskrat, it might be a little late
I bagged some rabbits a few weeks ago and threw them in the slow cooker. Beef stock, yellow/green onions, garlic, serrano peppers, a few sprigs of rosemary, red ‘taters, and two eggs for a thiqqening agent. T’was dank as hell and I didn’t even get tularemia.
Truth. Kate could get it.
The original NCIS used to be cool and Mark Harmon is a fucking legend, so watch your tongue. The spinoffs (Los Angeles and New Orleans) are hot steaming garbage.
Show me the way home, honey
Those are great weekends. Especially when your bathing suit parts are sore for a few days afterwards.
I believe it was called the Bikini Escort on HBO. Lotta boobs. Quality programming.
I concur. @paperstackinggirl lmk if you need a stay-at-home trophy husband
Party on, Natalie
You’re still young, let that shit hang
I was about 7 when I walked into a sauna to be visually assualted by an old dude sitting on the second level with his jiblets directly at my eye level. That’s seared into my memory with horrifying clarity.