Ever feel like you're just spinning your wheels? Molly doesn't.
Hello Twitter, I am coming to you live from a pile of my own fetid waste products.
Regardless, the dinner date ended early.
"Man, I bet announcing that we're ready to kill a dude is going to get me a lot of retweets!"
Pretty sure you could skip church this time and heaven would understand.
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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