Gosh, where the hell have I been? I have been trying to motivate myself yet again to write but I can never bring myself to it.
You wanna talk about the Dodgers and how incredibly frustrating they are this season? I swear, I don’t think I’ve ever been as…
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Go to Starbucks. Order coffee for “Prisoner 24601”
When they call out your order, jump up and yell “My name is Jean Valjean!”
And if the barista replies with “AND I’M JAVERT,” you tip that motherfucker so hard
you tip them right over the edge of a bridge
In S01E10 “Pier Pressure” Buster is pulling out his Medical Marijuana binder from what we can assume are binders related to other ‘Studies’ that Buster has taken part in, and what we observe is a binder labeled:
A hemispherectomy is a very rare surgical procedure where one cerebral hemisphere (half of the brain) is removed or disabled.
Might this explain a lot about why Buster as an adult is still needing constant supervision…. among other things…
- “may suffer problems with their vision as well.”
- “Feeling tired or depressed.”
- “…you lose use of the hand opposite of the hemisphere that was removed.”
- Q: “What Risks Are Associated With a Functional Hemispherectomy?
I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift played on The Recorder
IM CRYING IS AIR ACTUALLY REAL OR
I DONT REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I LAUGHED THIS HARD AT A POST
I think this fits more to the feelings Taylor was feeling when writing this song
Dear God, I only listened for about five seconds until I HAD TO stop it before it killed me. I laughed/cried for about two full minutes after I stopped it.