Jheri Curls
I am so smart!
I am so smart!
4.0 GPA!
I am so smart!
YES IT IS
It’s that time of year again. The greatest time of year ever. It’s flip flop season. Confetti should be pouring down from sky right now, and Joel should be doing the worm. Go Joel! Go Joel! Yeah Joel!
Last week, I just wanted to grab him by the collar and shake until his huge-framed, 1980s glasses fell from his face.
Well, given the new information that's come my way, I will change Dane's status from Dick to Boogerhead. I do this instead of condemning myself, merely because I was taking a nap when he phoned and Dane could have taken the time to leave a message. What a boogerhead.
Joel's always right.
Overheard on my way back into my building:
Guy: Well, how about him? *points at Joel* What would you give him out of ten?
Girl: *with poison and malice and words tinged with bile and vitriol* HIM? Are you fucking KIDDING me?
So once
Breaking Headlines! Dane's future self found wandering shirtless in the jungles of Nicaragua! When asked if he was going to ever make another post to his blog, Dane replied that until the United Nations capitulates to his demands in obtaining a shirt, he will never touch a keyboard again. Really, any old shirt will do. If you have an old "I Brake For Fat Chicks" tee in your closet, he'll take it. The world demands shirts for Dane! But no shirts for oil!!!