Because sometimes I’m just ridiculous.
Thankfully, my friends are too. 😛 (He calls me Zuul. It’s a Ghostbusters thing.) (For those of you outside the U.S. – or who otherwise don’t get the owl and… Read more »
Thankfully, my friends are too. 😛 (He calls me Zuul. It’s a Ghostbusters thing.) (For those of you outside the U.S. – or who otherwise don’t get the owl and… Read more »
He indulges me. Sometimes enthusiastically, occasionally befuddledly, other times with a half-horrified I can’t believe you actually want to do that look on his face and a confused “Ohhh…kaaaaay…” on… Read more »
My oh-so-helpful kinda-sorta-BFF (who lives in my phone, thought up an ingenious marketing scheme for my bottled sweat, and thinks highly of my personal brand of naked patriotism) thought I might… Read more »
Him:Â I don’t really practice road rage. Me:Â Well, you’ll never get good at it if you don’t practice. Him:Â [. . . ?] Me:Â Practice makes perfect!