Wow, this sounds so brutal that I almost wish I was there, if only for the self-gratifying relief that comes from comparing one’s own embarrassing behavior to people who are actually, really, truly, shamelessly fucked up. Thank you for your service.
Thank you for dropping this early. A surfeit of sun and hotdogs and a crawler of dark beer to celebrate what would have been my father's 132nd birthday suggest I won't make it to the bewitching hour tonight. (He only missed the celebration by 67 years. but he would have loved it. ) I grew up thinking the fireworks were for him. And why not?
Wow, this sounds so brutal that I almost wish I was there, if only for the self-gratifying relief that comes from comparing one’s own embarrassing behavior to people who are actually, really, truly, shamelessly fucked up. Thank you for your service.
Thank you for dropping this early. A surfeit of sun and hotdogs and a crawler of dark beer to celebrate what would have been my father's 132nd birthday suggest I won't make it to the bewitching hour tonight. (He only missed the celebration by 67 years. but he would have loved it. ) I grew up thinking the fireworks were for him. And why not?
This just confirms to me the one deathless, wildly applicable line from all of Seinfeld: ' People -- they're the WORST.'