A group of us are discussing (not doing, just discussing) the drug Molly.
Friend: “What’s Molly? Is it the same as Mary Jane?”
No. No to everything you just said.
A group of us are discussing (not doing, just discussing) the drug Molly.
Friend: “What’s Molly? Is it the same as Mary Jane?”
No. No to everything you just said.
“I’m sorry. I forgot to put in your order. What was it again?”
— waitress, 1 hour after we ordered.
#israel
That moment when you wake from an Ambien-induced airplane slumber to find that the 10-year-old, yarmulke-wearing orthodox boy who was sitting next to you has now traded seats with his grandmother, as your tendency to unconsciously lean over, curl up and drool on his shoulder was making him uncomfortable.
All my friends: “I want to make the blog! How do I make the blog?”
By not doing that.
And just like that, my quality of life improves 95%.
Now I just need this feature on iMessage.
And, you know. My mouth.
I completely, 100% understand why, in the wake of the Charleston shootings, gun enthusiasts don’t want to talk about gun control.
I don’t like to talk about things when I’m wrong, either.