I had a dream last night that all the guys on some college campus went weird crazy homicidal, but only towards women but only if they couldn’t entertain the guys/make them sandwiches, except if they ate cheese made with pasteurized milk (which, to my understanding, is basically all cheeses in the U.S.), they would bloat up and then explode, and that’s how I killed a man by making him a sandwich.
Some poor waitress/waiter is going to hate my guts after this afternoon because I’m going out to lunch, I have nine dollars and sixty cents in change, and I want to get rid of all of it.
Tropical Splash lollipop yes good I like color.
So Tex likes to grab people’s hands except he doesn’t have opposable thumbs.
Intelligence is sexy.
So is chemistry.
Farewell chem party
I’M SORRY FOR ALL THE PERSONAL POSTS BUT HOSPITAL CORNERS SO EXCITING.
THEY HAVE ONES CALLED SWEET FREEDOM THAT TURN YOUR TONGUE RED WHITE AND BLUE SO FOR .3333 CENTS YOU CAN BUY THE TASTE OF SWEET FREEDOM AND APPARENTLY IN NORTH CAROLINA PEOPLE GRT TWO DAYS OFF SCHOOL FOR SWEET FREEDOM LIKE WHAT AMURRCA YOU ACTUALLY CAN TASTE FREEDOM
We found a place in Dallas that sells key lime pie lollipops and like a billion other flavors and we’re going back tomorrow to buy sixty.
