Hope the buffalo is okay…unless he now has the insatiable appetite for hunter blood…in which case, may his reign of terror continue unimpeded.

Otherwise known as, Nazi’s Two Electric Boogaloo

Thank fuck.

Ah, the old anal asteroid kink…brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “I’m really into astronomy.”

Out in the Midwest, lawn mowing is the ultimate battle of wills. Oh, just mowed your lawn two millimeters? Then I shall mow mine three. Thunderstorm? Mow. Tornado warning? Sky ain’t green, mow. You do not want to be the person with the two inch lawn…no sir. Or, he’s trying to make friends?

The death I’ve always craved TBH

If not friend why friend shaped?

Absolutely. There is a fantastic Lebanese place near(ish) to me and the owner grows his own mint for mint tea. The kibbe was perfection, the hummus divine…finding homemade, lovingly prepared dishes like that…*chefs kiss* absolute divinity.

Thusly caffeinated and about to sprint…may all the best words prevail