/downs Bud Light draft, steps away from work group at bar
// spend five minutes trying to find a rhyme for “dickbroom mustache” in the titles of the collected works of Larry Murtry
Italian officials are trying to identify a young woman who was filmed kissing, humping, and grinding against a statue of Bacchus, the God of wine and sensuality, in Florence over the weekend.
Me: How are things going down there?
Salesman #1: Well, I bet Bobby $100 last week that he wouldn't JO with self-tanner, so that was funny.
Salesman #2: I won.
S1: Did you, though? It looked like you fucked Chester Cheetah. Your dick looked like Trump had gone bald.
Me: Please stop.
Can you imagine how happy a kid would be if you put something different in each compartment of one of these bad boys? (sandwich and drink underneath, of course)
It was an emergency — I bought them in St. Louis because I found out I had a day party to attend before a rehearsal dinner and I hadn’t packed for it. So no.
Over half a century after the Seine was declared biologically dead, Paris Mayor Anne Hidalgo dipped into the river on Wednesday and declared it sufficiently clean for Olympic swimming competitions.
If any of you have ever looked longingly at pictures of my madras summer blazer (purchased from a thrift shop in DC in 2010 for $50), great news! While looking for Replacement Shorts With Little Whales On Them I found this bad boy, which can be yours for the low low low price of $345.