I am 51, living in Hillsboro, Oregon. Commuting to a cubicle job in Portland. I came to Bluesky during the great untwittering of Nov 2024. I enjoy playing guitar, writing about pop culture, and remembering when everything wasn't terrible.
He said I couldn't leave the table until I ate all of the creamed corn I was served.
Judge: Time served. You are free to go with my apologies, sir.
He said I couldn't leave the table until I ate all of the creamed corn I was served.
Judge: Time served. You are free to go with my apologies, sir.
Also, side note that any time the phrase "making love" comes up in one of these 70s it feels gross in a bad way.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdOh...
Also, side note that any time the phrase "making love" comes up in one of these 70s it feels gross in a bad way.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdOh...
*smiles
Oh, thanks. It's nothing
"No. I literally have no idea how you do it. Are there, like, step-by-step written instructions? Perhaps a flowchart?"
*smiles
Oh, thanks. It's nothing
"No. I literally have no idea how you do it. Are there, like, step-by-step written instructions? Perhaps a flowchart?"
"Sorry to hear you died and all, but dying so young? Rude."
"Sorry to hear you died and all, but dying so young? Rude."
Star of a couple of movies that hit me at the right age/maturity level then (and that don't hold up in recent rewatch but YMMV)
Happy trails in the great beyond
Star of a couple of movies that hit me at the right age/maturity level then (and that don't hold up in recent rewatch but YMMV)
Happy trails in the great beyond
"Can you put the dog in the car?"
*hours later
"Yeah, on it."
"Can you put the dog in the car?"
*hours later
"Yeah, on it."