My pops would keep all his old underwears because to him, they made great rags to clean off the stove and dry the car after a wash.
The first time my friend helped me wash my dad’s car, he just stared at the underwear like he was on some alien planet.
Get to drying, dum dum.
It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out and how long it goes on for. I feel like every other shooting, even school shootings these days get the “thoughts and prayers” treatment. Then it’s onto the next news at six and who won last night’s game.
And yet, he’s talking about this bullshit “weave” and how master English professors are saying it’s the most brilliant thing they’ve ever heard. He can talk about nine different things on all different topics and his conclusion managed to tie them all together in this amazing finale. No one else is able to do it and he had stumped so many people with how he managed to sound so incredible.
Barf.
Back in the day, lunchables were the cool kid food. That and kid cuisine. Now, lunchables seem like what dumpster juices would taste like.
While we’re speaking of moons, can we rename the moo? I can see it from America, so technically it’s ours to name.
Edit: I suppose we can rename Mom too.