Gaudy, terrible, too-big-for-me Huffy mountain bike. Neon orange. He insisted we take a picture in front of it. I never got to know him much, but I think he took pictures onacuz he had a poor memory.

Money has no feelings; neither do I. My father scored that bike via a crime of opportunity. Irish luck. Something I grew used to, and have some serious trouble putting down. If you want it? Grab it. F'sher nobody see's it.

Long live #daftpunk. You threw a hell of a party.

I'm OK with masks. They're like a t-shirt for your face.

It's as if the boomers cannot fathom why a young person or couple cannot afford to have a child in an economy with no significant pay raises, crippling college debt and unobtainable housing prices. Such a mystery. doi.org/10.1177/237802…

My urge to die mysteriously in the ocean grows the further I am from it. Am I a coward?

I guess a Mysterious Lake Death would suffice; but it would have to be on the scale of the Edmond Fitzgerald. youtube.com/watch?v=rFkyDB…

"The level 4 vegans are just one level below level 5. Hence, they are aware, confident as well as quite active to opine about animal rights. This level refers to the vegans who are also practical when it comes to making a choice for living." vegansfirst.com/what-is-a-leve…

Just saw a banner ad for a sequel to 'Coming to America' then I had to look up 'How to test if you just had a stroke'.

Had a single birthday at SBP when I was 5. All I can remember is that I got a Food Fighters toy, and some little kid kept crying because I wouldn't let him cut in line for ski-ball. Also, ball pit=wet. youtube.com/watch?v=livSYU…

Classy but naughty names for an obscure adult bookstore. My entry- Wankman's Rest #adultbookstore

If I have to squint to see it, it isn't worth looking at.

Ross Payton "All siding broke loose; vast halls of sheetrock exposed. One wondered; "Who could afford a square mile of one fabric square?" I settled in a dusty bathroom, its shell shaped soap unused. I took note, that the foundation had settled itself.

The time has come for me to cut off my ridiculous rat-tail. Who should I anonymously mail it to?

The chef in Burger Time is named Peter Pepper. You may now go about your day.

The terlet water has gone purple. I cannot recall a single time in history wherein that was a Good Omen.