Someone, not naming names, keeps putting the crappy pens that don’t work back into the box.
Sasquatch and I shop at the same shoe stores because we wear the same shoe size.
Electronics don’t just go bad, they go rogue evil and mess up your day.
The house is cold to me, which is silly because it’s 60 degrees. Further evidence that I am a weenie.
Keb is thankful he’s not a girl so he’ll never have to wear a bra.
Perhaps Nietzsche was referring to adolescence when he quoted, “That which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.”