I love saturdays because I get to play my favorite game: how do I sleep in enough that I feel refreshed but not so much that I feel a creeping existential dread and the feeling that I’m wasting my youth
I just cut an obscenely loud fart as I was walking upstairs while @lgrzych was both in a zoom meeting for work and talking during the meeting. It was a 2-syllable fart that I was beyond-confident would be silent smh.
I don’t ever care to know what one serving of pasta looks like. I own a kitchen scale, and the one thing I will NEVER measure is a serving size of pasta. I would rather be ignorant. It would hurt too much.
After everything that has transpired over the last few days on our homeowners’ association’s email chain, I feel bad for any young hooligans who try to come and do donuts in our cul-de-sac!
Tonight @FrontButtt and I had to figure out how to re-light the pilot light on our gas hot water heater. Despite how excruciatingly boring this tweet is, I am proud to say we succeeded without blowing up the entire house.
Hey @DaRealJackDavis do you remember when @FrontButtt got kicked out of this bar in college? It looks a little different now but it is the same place @FrontButtt was asked to leave several times that night.