I was told to get fill my body with the ginko biloba, and i think i could boogie with that.
drunk friends in my house and i just got April fooled with a bucket of warm water on my socks, and it warmed up my toes real good.
Now drunk friends are playing a Woody Guthrie song that convinced my dad that Woody Guthrie wasn't an activist and made me laugh right in his face. I felt awkward about it, but sometimes that guy is a dummy.
PS. The positive correlation between more people sharing a fridge and the speed of your personal stock of food disappearing is as astounding as it is frustrating. Godfuckingdamnit my almond butter is gone.