Text messages with a friend:
Her: I saw this and it made me think of you: “Your true friends are like stars in the sky. They’re there even when you can’t see them.”
me: Aw. That’s sweet. And sort of depressing.
Her: How is it depressing?
me: Most of the stars in the sky are either dead or currently on fire. Some are exploding. So basically you just said that the phrase “Your true friends are either dead or currently on fire. Some are possibly exploding” reminds you of me.
Her: Oddly enough, that phrase makes me think of you as well.
me: Touché, my friend. Make sure your pajamas are flame-retardent.
And in other news, it’s Sunday, which means its time for the weekly wrap-up:
What you missed in my shop (Named “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
What you missed on the internets:
- Kick-ass stuff I pinned.
- Nothing. I’ve been distracted.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
- Trust fall attack.
- I want this bird to be my best friend and sit on my shoulder and freak people out.
- Motherfucking Homemaking
- Best comment ever for this video:
“Okay, watch me, okay. One two three and I’M GONNA KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I’LL RIP YOUR BALLS OFF. Like that, see?”
“I’m still not getting it, Bob.”
“For fuck’s sake, Paul.”
This weeks wrap-up sponsored by the folks that brought you by Paddy Power’s Online Bingo. I’ve never played online bingo before but every year at Victor’s family reunion we play it for like 10 hours straight and all the prizes are stuff like home-made toilet paper cozies made by Great Aunt Barb, or a half a carton of Camels. Regardless, it’s awesome and I love to play, and I imagine these people have better prizes than toilet-paper cozies, although to Aunt Barb’s credit our toilet paper has never seemed cozier. You can check them out here.