Yeah, can’t they make like… they can feed chickens things that make it so they can produce more nuggets or whatever at this point. … I mean like… they make it so there’s more nuggety parts on their body that you can cut off and eat.
Actually, I’m reading books now! I read a whole book. I just finished one today.
Pro-tip: I’m terrible, for the most part. Just don’t expect much here and we’ll both be left satisfied. Okay? Grand.
Summary: A collection of one-shots and missing moments from the bewildering relationship of Andy Dwyer and April Ludgate
Eugh, yuck, ew, and gross are all appropriate terminology. I’d love a review either way.
Oh man, I’m still terrible at naming things. First instinct for this title is to look at Spotify.
I fear for any of my future children.
I forget dialogue rules and now I’m falling back into this stupid cycle.
Watching Parks & Rec and all I can think about is the woefully small amount of stories.
Between all this shit in Ferguson (literally have this vice stream running all day on another monitor), Zoe Quinn, and Max Tempkin I feel like my world is melting.
Either that or this is a very complicated nightmare.
I have received freedom from my oppressive astigmatism overlords and updated my prescription.
The befuddling fog is gone for good/two years.