Isn’t one of my kids keeping her fingers crossed that Pitchfork isn’t going to pack it in for the day?
And aren’t I glad that an outdoor music festival like Pitchfork has the sense to realize that lightning and electrical equipment don’t go together well?
Bojack Horseman season 2 was just released on Netflix: holy crap, can the stupid and silly joke to really, really, really dark ratio get even more pronounced!?
After all the yard work I pwned this weekend like a boss, do I need to take an angle grinder to my feet to get them clean? Is my new nickname Mulchfoot?
And will that smooshed BlackBerry stain ever go away, or should I just do Gorbachev impressions?
I command thee–have you not lived till you’ve watched a Birdemic/The Room double feature!? (Grab a bottle of wine or three and tie yourself down. And plastic cups only, don’t want shattered glass when you throw said cup at the TV)