HooPhuckenKarez

My first car was an '86 Cutlass Supreme. Watching what they did to all of the G-bodies as time went on made me really sad.

Go ahead and change it, but call it something else.

RIP Old Smobly.

My parents used to threaten me with being sold to the gypsies. I had no idea what they were, but I was moderately afraid of them. One night they broke out Coconut Face, and he chased me up the stairs. I still have sleep issues.

Coconut Face was a face carved into a coconut husk. My father got it when he was in the navy. It used to scare the shit out of us. One of my cousins still talks about it the better part of 40 years later, and he was never deliberately scared with it.

I used to have weird dreams about the gypsies too. The details are tough to conjur at the moment.

We could make billionaire jerky and pickled billionaire.

It rained more halloweens than not when I was a kid.

I did this today. Beats the shit out 2.5 hours before it goes off, and nicer than hitting snooze every 5 minutes for half an hour.

I too was having screen issues. Once i had accidentally started the call, I waited for them to answer, explained what happened, and apologized. I then stopped fuckin' around with my broken ass phone.

Something something identify as a attack helicopter. Hur dur der.

I tried using an old phone as a dashcam for a while. It just kept overheating. That's my vaguely related experience. Thanks for reading.

2.25% bitches. We ain't goin' nowhere for another 26 years.

Hoom hom.

Get younger.

Now I see bees I won.