Saw a guy eating Chinese from a takeaway carton with chopsticks while driving over a bridge once. It was mildly terrifying. Carton in one hand, chopsticks in the other.

My nana used to have a collection of spoons in holders like this in her dining room. Thanks for the double hit of nostalgia and serotonin.

Pictured: The moment everything went off the fucking rails. (2016, colorized)

Well they can always take solace in the fact that kitchen would be an interesting place to do mushrooms.

The rain-x with the de-icer is my go to here in Colorado too. The other bad winter habit that makes me furious is people not brushing the snow off the roof. I mean come on people are you actively trying to cause an accident when that shit goes flying off?

Get off my lawn.

You know what, I like it. Smells like watermelon bubblegum in my imagination.

My back hurts now.

Colorado

I’m content with my 6 months of snow. My weekend lows are supposed to be 20 and 17 Freedom degrees and I’m here for it.

Ah yes, like this.

Ah we’re reliving the eighties AND the nineties.

I bet he’s peein’.

That’s enough internet for me today.

I was one of those weird raver kids with all the neon colors and intustrial-esqe accoutrements. I remember scene kids but that set was younger than me.

It’s less satisfying now that I’m in my 40s than it was when I was in college.

Don’t forget trying to figure out how much you can eat daily! A second meal is a treat!