I did the most half-assed version of this for lunch the other day. Leftover half box of Kraft Mac, a can of tuna that was in the fridge, and a little tangy BBQ sauce, I think McD’s brand. It was… passable. I think my stomach was okay with it. I’m still alive and not on the toilet.
Chevron with Techron
Wu-Tang Dan
Spaghetti Joe
Emma 2: The Awakening
Shamelessly copied from the wonderful Obvious Plant.
I’ve dabbled in listening to EDM more frequently, and when I heard Chasing Heaven by him, I ran up to my roommates who proceeded to open that can of worms… never heard of the guy before that, and won’t listen to him again. Sick fuck on so many levels. The CP is a new one from what I knew then.
We have four cats. The first two were a bonded pair and we named them after two characters on a show we were watching when they were adopted, Sense8. Wolfgang & Riley. Scarily enough their personalities kinda fit, minus the DJing and rocket launcher.
3rd cat we rescued from the street, and she’s Sweets Petites from tha Streets.
4th cat was named by the lady adopting a litter out, after the Rugrats. So we’ve got Phil.
Sounds like he was outright delusional, and it very much feels like these two events are joined at the hip.