She looks like one of the theater nerds from my high school that moved to Williamsburg this Summer.
He was sentenced to capital pun-ishment.
Sup y’all.
That is literally my idea of a good time.
Party Brett, as in “Oh, I don’t like ‘Party Brett’ very much.
The guy that I talked to sounds like an anthropomorphic pair of wingtips on the bourgeois version of Blues Clues. Tanner’s Manners.
Ten dollars. For the DVD. I’m also going to include the price of one box of Orville Redenbacher kettle corn. And a 20oz Coke. And a bag of M&Ms.
Which, of course, looked like Tim & Eric. I heard about learning to use computers.
Everybody watching the video kept coughing. I wore my scarf like a keffiyeh in a sandstorm.
At one point I tried to use “We are the 99%” as a mantra. When you meditate, when you start to think, you focus on your mantra. So I hyperventilated into my shirt and reminded myself that my college degree doesn’t matter, and that life is pointless.
He made me a Spotify playlist. I’ve been listening to it all morning. He still hasn’t come back.
I am going to take 5 Tylenol (for the taste) and watch the Royal Tennenbaums, which I DVR’d two summers ago off Encore (not in HD).
