We are doing a talent show today. A talent show. Of my family people. This is gonna be entertaining, right? I'll see if I can record it for my viewers.
Don't play Taboo with me. You'll lose. I don't think I have ever lost a game of Taboo. And I've played it a hell of a lot of times. EVEN when I'm tired.
I've had a complaint (Singular, because I posses a following of one) That I don't talk enough. I don't say enough about what happens because I've become SO FRICKIN' ACCLIMATED TO THE CRAZY SHIT THAT HAPPENS IN MY LIFE THAT IT ISN'T CRAZY TO ME! So I probably won't tell you the full picture because I won't think to put it in... (If you want a better blog, see my friend)
I apparently am metro sexual. But hey, I'll take the label if it means I get to keep the designer watch and jacket.
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I don't talk enough, do I? I think I'm gonna buy a camera. That way, I can just ramble on and on and not worry about typing these words...
I asked my family why they used proof to measure the alcohol content of liquor Each proof is 1/2%... It's not logical! Then we had some historical debate about it. Something about flash points and putting it into a pan to set it on fire to prove it had alcohol. Sounds inefficient, right? Why don't we just drink it? One said. I said we should soak a cloth in the stuff, put that into a bottle of the liquid, and set the cloth on fire. Throw that at people and stuff. (Molotov cocktail came up in Taboo while I was playing. Insta win!)
Don't put me around fire. Also not a good idea.
