“Seven-eleven” is today’s date. Should have gotten a Slurpee.
Do they make “diet” or “sugarless” Slurpees? One of my first thoughts about that was, “WHY?”
But immediately I thought of the benefits of still getting that shockingly strong taste, plus dying your tongue and lips the same colors as my hair was, PLUS THE BRAIN FREEZE, all without inducing a diabetic coma. THAT’S WHY!
Speaking of autocorrect, I was trying to compliment someone who’s hitting a rough patch but carrying on despite the difficulties by saying “Congratulations, still kicking asses and taking names!” But my fingers slipped and it came out as “licking asses.”
I left it.
Speaking of there being no embarrassing or humiliating photo of myself that I won’t share for giggles:
The Chubby Garth Brooks starter set! From February 2022, under a directory named “Ghastly!” I’m sure that I still have the shirt, the cowboy boots, the cowboy hat, and the belt, although I haven’t worn any of them in decades. Fortunately, the glasses and about forty pounds are lost to the annals of time.




















