I mean… I get the FDA isn’t the trustful advisory it once was, but if I had a few dollars to choose between the “sterilized” gallon jug and a nasal blast from a Texan KOA campsite, I know what’d I’d choose.

I was thinking, I know that intersection, and the best thing you have going for you is that it’s not 6 o-clock. Rush hour right there is fucking madness.

And your details are lacking jalapenos! Swap the mustard for sriracha and add a sliced (pickled) Jalapeno!

That seal knows its Judo well!

I do t have a song in mind, but is there a song about procrastinating something that slowly gets faster and faster the closer the song comes to an end?

I’m amblyopic, and I’ve never been able to see the Magic Eye images. This is the closest I get to seeing the same type of thing, and I love it!