Author Archives: ecto
I stopped bowling because putting on shoes that are not mine is gross and weird. In the nineties, I guess. Don’t ask me to don somebody else’s clothing. How did that even become a thing.
Or, I think I can say it because we’re all adults here, Damn Tarting.
If I pay you an extra fifty dollars, I don’t want you to pinch me less hard, I want you to stop fucking pinching me. That’s why “more legroom” coach is such a hard sell. Yes, it’s better than regular … Continue reading
Yosemite hikes as a twenty-something many times had Translator as the soundtrack.
If you wet a pizza box beforehand, you can squeeze it down to its atomic components, which will allow it to fit in the smallest, least hefty garbage bags (this is really my best gift to western civilization, you’re welcome)
There’s a possibility I wouldn’t like these guys if I knew more about them, so I refuse to know anything more.
The difference between the fiftieth time and the five hundredth. Wouldn’t it be great if every time were the fiftieth time?
“This way, Mexico will have to pay much less money [for the wall]. And that’s good, right? Is that good?” I think Trevor’s team missed the point of Trump’s statement, which to me was just a back-handed, veiled dig … Continue reading
If we admit them, we’ll have to admit a slave state too. It’s more complicated than it looks.
The twenties were the best. Hardly anyone you knew was dying.
OH MY GOD LOOK AT THESE SIX PEOPLE
Also, that may as well be Wolfman Jack on the keyboard.
If you’re so attracted to light, there’s a god damn sun on all during the daytime you can feel free to mob. Fucking things.