Velvet Elvis? Cool. Velvet Cheeto? Not cool.
Velvet Elvis? Cool. Velvet Cheeto? Not cool.
A fucking pencil!
In with the Hedberg, too. Noice.
Have you ever listened to Zaireeka appropriately? I haven’t, but that must be a headache to line up correctly.
I’m sorry for your loss. I hope you found a new lap!
She would have said no.
I am Groot.
Inebriated, demented, altered, psychotic, hallucinogenic, and Alabama
Yooo! This that chick whose dad was feeding cats to coyotes!
TIL it took 40,000 years for the saying “dance your pants off” to make sense.
When you get pulled over do you hand your phone to the cop, or do they read it from your hand? Sounds like you’re relinquishing a lot of unnecessary information to the cop who will walk it back to their cruiser and likely scan your phone for information unrelated to your traffic violation.
Oh, it was, was it?
It’s an autonomous collective.
That’s a darn good shower thought.
“You’re not my real stool! You’re just a stepstool!”
A remix will add stuff to the original album version of the song. When the album version has the stuff and it’s removed, that becomes the “radio edit”.
They’d have to rename that cornhole game.
Earwigs are drawn to textiles for some reason. I’ve left gloves in the garden and they’d literally be filled with them the next morning (and new gloves purchased immediately!). You could try leaving a carpet remnant upside down in the garden with a healthy dose of diatomaceous earth under it. Diatomaceous earth is excellent for creepy-crawly control.
Elvis was Jesus-ified after death and tacky, roadside velvet Elvis art could be purchased and displayed to show your devotion to the King. Love of a musical icon is one thing. But, martyred fascists are not kitsch or cool. Either one will let you know what kind of a home you stepped into. Both would be in bad taste but one is so bad it’s good and the other is so bad, it’s baaaad. And not Michael Jackson bad.