In an attempt at internet fame one must first practice the art of smashing beer cans into ones face and then drinking the resulting spew of liquid.
Today I woke up with sweatpants on, looked at a pair of jeans and just decided, "fuck it! I'm sticking with the sweats all day". This, children, officially marks my slow decline into death.
I'd like a housekeeper where I didnt have to clean up in anticipation of their arrival.
I don't understand why people by larger versions of cell phones. Don't they know you can just hold it closer to your face?!
Cup holders from cars made in the 90s are insufficient for today's thirsty needs.