Dads, what the hell happened to pilsners? I love to pretend to love bitterness just as much as the next dad, but this country has lost its love for a clean crisp pint and I call for an end to this race to the bottom. I will get my calories from food, thank you.
An Urquell for me, pretzels for the table.
GOOD DAY, SIR
I have always been suspicious of the “radio edit” and then in the same day I heard original full length versions of Simple Minds’s “Don’t You Forget About Me” and Steve Winwood’s “Higher Love” and lemme tell you the people who do these edits are not only geniuses but saints. Those are both AMAZING songs rendered absolute shit by unchecked indulgence.
I've been thinking about my future
lemme run something by you
home in the southwest, but like high desert or something
retiree career of organizing (but not participating in) three-figure mall kiosk heists
mostly robes because why not
eyeglasses slightly too big for my face, transitions lenses obvs
pony tail, sandals, turquoise, and
stay with me
the best two minutes of television ever shot https://youtu.be/IA-rIhvpNGQ
My wife is watching The Witcher. I have no taste for fantasy so I’ve been avoiding it but tried to watch a bit with her today. I made it five minutes before someone said “RESERVE YOUR CHAOS, VILGEFORTZ”.
So, bad news: I am absolutely not watching this trash; good news: I have a new go-to for when a “cool your heels, hot shot” vibe is required
doing thrill-seeker liquor store holdups with a ‘born to lose’ tattoo on my chest
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