I don’t think he listened to the safety rules at the shooting range.
I don’t think he listened to the safety rules at the shooting range.
Yep.
That’s the look I was expecting.
This either means the end of the world, or you are going to be shit on. Either way, you probably want to run.
My good friend Bill, of award-winning documentary ‘45365’ fame, just sent this to me. I won’t comment, except to say I miss that guy and I can’t wait for March.
Let’s hope their secret handshake is making out.
This is my goal, first thing when I wake up tomorrow.
Where I’d rather be instead of working right now.
mindgrapes asked: I got one. Et tu, Markus? Et tu? My dashboard is already filled to the brim with questions like "If you could be any animal what would it be and why?". Hopefully this won't deter you from continuing to delight us with naked women in cowboy hats and tube socks, kids who want to kill their parents, and the witty comment that accompanies them.
I didn’t realize that in order to answer questions, they had to be posted. And I don’t want to get in the habit of posting things about me, I mean, no one cares about that. So no, no et moi.
As for questions asked by folks: maybe include a way to contact you? and I will answer away.
What am I doing? Palm Springs. Justin’s b-day. Marilyn Monroe’s house.
Inspired by others who seem to be having a bit of fun with it, I have enabled questions. So ask away, if you’re so damn interested.
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Free association:
It used to get really hot in Savannah when I lived there.
I would like to disappear here for a few years and come back well-read and with a mastery of chopping wood.
I’m headed to Palm Springs tomorrow for a mere 3 nights. These are the ties I’m packing. I have a disease.
It’s not a disease. It’s a skill. A skill for style.
