I’m a squirrel herder myself, so I can appreciate this vid.
You’re staring at me. Yeah– I noticed you through my peripheral vision as I was putting on my make-up at the stoplight.
You’re doing that mouth-open, head-shake-stare-thing. It’s cool—I get that a lot. I totally understand. It’s like you’re saying, “Your face looks daaaaaamn fine.” That, or uhm… you want to punch me in the face.
Either [...]
There are very few activities that provide the rush– or the anguish– of skydiving. Or bungee jumping. Or being pushed down a flight of stairs. Which is to say: I am not a fan of checking my bank account– an activity that I approach with the same kind of trepidation and/or dread of other major, [...]
Huh.
Okay, maybe you have a point.
I didn’t see it this way before, but maybe I *am* mean.
Maybe asking you to bathe really IS horrific and terrible and cruel. I don’t deny that it’s a possibility.
Maybe you’re one of those people that, when all the grime and noxious funk has sloughed off of [...]