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Post by NothingButFlowers on Aug 2, 2018 14:01:50 GMT -5
I heard the jury's still out on science.
It's been about three hours since trantsgiving's pick, right? So Cap'n Mac is probably asleep, and stinky is at Lollapalooza (and declined to send me his pick). Probably safe for carini12 to go whenever?
It's been about three hours since trantsgiving's pick, right? So Cap'n Mac is probably asleep, and stinky is at Lollapalooza (and declined to send me his pick). Probably safe for carini12 to go whenever?
Thanks for the tag. King T didn’t tag me so I didn’t realise I was up.
My next selection:
Taking your pants off at the end of the day. Not even in a sexual way, moreso in a “fuck yeah, the day is done and I ain’t got shit to do” way.
Post by 3post1jack1 on Aug 2, 2018 22:51:37 GMT -5
Banana Runts
I'll be at Phish all weekend. If a poll is called for and I'm not around, I nominate Druid has an official draft ref. She can create polls, and her special ref nickname will be Princess Fiddlestix.
And if I'm 25 minutes late for my picks just draft more banana shit for me or a grizzly bear.
I draft laughing so hard you are in tears And The random hair that grows out of my face right under my eye that people mistake for a loose eyelash but I refuse to pluck because it bothers people.
Well since I’m on my way to give blood and I’ll probably pass out, I will pick for 3post1jack1 now.
You know that booger you have been digging around for like the last 20 minutes? You finally get it. And you’re tempted to stick it in your mouth but that would be gross. But you don’t have a tissue. And you’re at a party. But you see a lovely arrangement of fresh fruit. So you stick it on the banana. Because they are going to peel it first. So it’s not like they are going to eat it.
I’m drafting your first car, or the first car you ever loved. The one that you named something dumb like Jerry, the cassette deck didn’t work, had roll up windows... and it was the best fucking car you ever had and will ever have again. You loved that car more than yourself some days. You have memories of driving around with your buddies, doing nothing in particular, singing along to Blackstreet and Lit, eating chicken nuggies. Maybe you touched your first boob/peen in that car? Jerry was the best car ever.
