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My grandmother said that thunder was God rolling potatoes down the cellar staircase.
Grandma was a nutjob.
Cheney will always be the Penguin, thanks to Jon Stewart’s impression of him.
I always wanted some of those big foam Hulk hands, and I’m in my 40s.
I mentioned the Emily Dickinson thing to my English teacher in high school (I really think it’s most, not all), and he was like, “Yeah, whatever, TlalocW.” Then he assigned us an in-class assignment, and I saw him go to his desk, take a book from a shelf, open it, and start reading while bobbing his head, stop and look annoyed. Then he would flip a few pages and repeat, flipping pages more and more angrily. After about five, he yelled, “DAMN IT, TLALOCW! YOU’VE RUINED DICKINSON FOR ME!”
I do the same but lie down under the tree to remind my family what a gift I am to them.
Tickle-Me-Elmo is 22-years-old. How’s that make ya feel, sunshine? You’re welcome.
That woman has a giant head.
I stopped for a picture with the 419.99 mile marker coming back from a vacation in Colorado. I WOULD have stolen it if it hadn’t been broad daylight. I like to imagine that stoners show up to steal the 420 sign, stop at the 419.99 one, walk 0.01 miles past it, find nothing, and go home, figuring some other stoners beat them to it.
Nice job with the flowers on the right. * nudge nudge wink wink *