Tonight, while I was getting gussied up for a video call with acehorner, the cat fell through the bathroom ceiling and onto my head. Along with a fuckton of wet drywall and insulation.
The crosswalk near my school has some lights burned out on the red hand. I didn't have my camera goddammit, but basically it is now instructing me to Rock, or Don't Rock. Or, if I haven't already, don't start rocking now. grimmus agrees: this must be put on a tee shirt. Assuming it hasn't been already.
Dude, my niece just went down to Kentucky Fried Chicken to get MamaGoddess some extra crispy chicken, and get me some macaroni and cheese. They told her they were out of chicken. Kentucky Fried Chicken. Is out of chicken.