A couple at the bar just asked how big a pint of beer was and if they couple split it.
I better scan this ticket stub to the first Smashing Pumpkins concert I ever went to before the ink completely fades away.
1-7 based on actual events that happened to me on 11/25/2017.
Me: "Why is it so damn cold in my house?"
Me Again: "Oh yeah. Furnace programs thinks I'm at work right now."
In the future it will not be taught that the swamp was drained by Donald J. Trump's campaign promises, but collectively by the American women who have been wronged.
It took me a good five to six hours, but all of the 8x10
negatives I have shot over the past three years have been labeled,
sorted, and stuck into a box. As opposed to the freeloading in
random locations around my office where they have been.
Somewhere out there, a person who has spent the past decade creating their identity around being that person who only bitches about Duluth roads is trembling that the street repair tax will pass, and they will be left as a sad husk with nothing left to identify themselves with.
Leica is a satire camera company now right? A $6500 lens to take photos that look like the over processed mush that beginning photographers churn out while learning how to post process?
My most vivid memory of my trip to New York City in 2000 was identifying a bus load of tourists from Wisconsin. How did we know they were from Wisconsin you ask? Well. Because most of them were still wearing t-shirts celebrating the Wisconsin Badgers' 1994 Rose Bowl win.
OK Google. Index the 4200 pages I just added to my website. #greattweetimport2017
I'm formally announcing my 2020 presidential run, as it was foretold through the prophecies of elementary school awards.