I dedicate this reblog to my lovely friend, on a crusade to protect the public from expired Slim Jims.
(via wilwheaton)
too soon?
Kelly Clarkson came on and appears to have a piece of poop on her nail, which had already ruined my moment.
We’re gonna occupy RuPaul’s Drag race until Kelly Osbourne is a permanent judge and Tim Gunn is a guest judge.
And not just Santino impersonating him.
better than smelling your neighbor’s bathroom in your kitchen
Which is what I assume my neighbor is experiencing.
Apologies! Apologies all around!
I invented a new drink, it’s called “whiskey o’ clock” and it tastes delicious:
- fill pint glass with cubed ice (fuck crushed ice, it’s complicated and it melts)
- Add a generous dollop of Grade A Maple Syrup (Thanks, beautiful)
- LOTS OF GEORGE DICKEL NO. 12 (if you are drinking Jack Daniels, tell it to go fuck itself and find a bottle of this)
- Top off with ginger ale
- Fresh lemon juice to taste
It is tasty, and best drunk on an empty stomach. Like the one I have, because Friday wanted to make sure I knew it wasn’t quite the weekend just yet.
“i’m like totally riding the crimson wave”
I just saw this because I suck at life. That is more an answer to “ways to make my boss throw up on me because he’s afraid of vaginas?”
I appreciate it. I stumbled upon something similar when I was doing work research a few months ago. Cannot be unseen.
The part of me that is morbidly curious is fascinated. The rest of me is a sad panda.
I wanna seeeeeeeee. Or maybe I don’t.
Think long and hard.
did you stay up all night waiting for drag race too?
I had my second night in a row of stress/Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy induced nightmares once I finally fell asleep staring at my ceiling at 2:45 AM.
FUCK I LOVE TRIAL PREP.
YESS gonna watch some drag race right the fuck now. I keep forgetting it’s only Tuesday.