Archive for February, 2013
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I mean, really, how can one forget a scene like that?
This strip was a vendetta to my housemate’s cats, who i loved but who kept eating my spider plants down to the roots.
Ah, College. Where you learn how to question yourself.
“Opportunity calls from a payphone, Bruno, you never get a chance to call it back.”
For future generations, payphones are telephones in public places for a time before cell phones.
One thing about people I’ve known like Bruno, they may not really be able to get THEIR shit together, but often they are inspiring to get mine together.
Sometimes days are just like this.
Reminds me a bit of the end of “The Jerk” and this lamp, and this paddle ball game….
I haven’t spent an all night tired talk with ANYONE for ages.
Good lord, i miss it.
Nothing feels better than a good ol’ flirt.
