Stylin' into 2012.
Those shelves/lamp my bro got me look amazing!
Four twelve-packs of Mountain Dew.
I don't even know either.
The best gift ever.
I didn't get this, but I made it for my goon roommate.
My mom got me an apron with a dick on it. Like an extruding, felt dick.
Cool Dick Apron Mom
Every year, I have told people asking me what I want for christmas: "If you can't figure it out/can't find something dragon-related that I might like, go for the big-ass Megazords, whatever the current generation of Power Rangers is, I don't even fucking pay attention anymore."
I continue to say this, even though I am now 21 years old. I guess you just never really grow out of it, huh?
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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