Oh yeah, I remember my grandma left some rice on the stove before we left.

So we come back five hours later, the rice and the pan are carbonized and the kitchen is filled with smoke

No causalties other than the immense waste of gas

That was probably the strangest night I ever had

Today I learned

I was monologuing to myself in my head, and when thinking about the broad quality of something I said "We're going for... breadth? Is that a word?"

I feel like I just discovered a new species of animal

The rain is coming in the fucking horizontal

I'm hearing a delivery motorcycle outside

Poor guy

It got stronger

Estrogen cigarette when