Trapezuis Music
I want to get a car just so I can follow assholes who try to run me over to the grocery store, wait for them to get out of the car, and then run them over in the parking lot.
Ever notice how some waiters refill your drink while doing a “I’m a little teapot” pose? They’ll have one arm on their hip. Look next time. Sing the song if you must.
Words that sound like girls’ names to me:
Salmonella
Inertia
Academia
Lasagna
Chardonnay
Rosé
Foccaccia
Ricotta
Pita
Was walking down this familiar neighborhood one day and noticed a church on the corner for the first time. Actually caught myself saying, “Where the hell did this church come from?”
I had a dream of a movie plot one night. It was Groundhog’s Day meets Memento. The main character kept forgetting things but kept repeating stuff.
Saw a man driving near Beverly Hills with his front bumper sitting in his back seat, sticking out the back passenger-side window. And they think crazy stuff happens in the hood.
Your playlist for your shoulder workout should be called Trap Music.
If your falsetto singing voice is your real voice, then shouldn’t it be called a truesetto?
Whatchamacallits, Thingamajigs, and Doohickeys: What I’m starting to call things the older I get
My walk is so sexy; it’s a mating dance.
I work with people with wild laughs. She sounds like an old lady sitting in a rocking chair while knitting and watching Jerry Springer, and he sounds like a crazy convict who’s about to be executed on Death Row and laughs at the detectives who are asking him where he buried the rest of his victims.
Lessons recently learned:
“Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.” —Robert Tew
“Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you should set up a life you don’t need to escape from.” —Seth Godin
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