Meth Mouth.
OK, while I highly doubt that I would ever have tried methamphetamines anyway (I haven't even tried pot apart from a Grateful Dead concert where I had to, y'know, breathe), that photo has just ensured that I will kick the ass of anyone who even tries to make me take the stuff.
Somehow, I think Meth Mouth is something Mush-Mouth got when he was older....
I'm totally being cool and not calling Dana to make sure she hasn't been taken hostage by a gunman on her way to Target: [link]
See how cool I am being?
Jesus, what is
wrong
with people this past week? Just stop that right now!
I'm totally being cool and not calling Dana to make sure she hasn't been taken hostage by a gunman on her way to Target
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Jesus. That was the first I'd heard of it. It's actually closer to where the husband works, though he'd have no reason to be over by an apartment building. Still, maybe I'll call.
I feel like someone needs to grab the world by the face and shout, "DUDE. YOU MUST CHILL. AND I DON'T MEAN GLOBAL WARMING THIS TIME."
Glad you're okay, Dana and I hope that the dh is too.
Most drugs are not good for teeth.
I like the chicken bowl, but you're right, does not look attractive. Also, not health food.
Fucking Joe Francis. I don't mean that in the fun way, either.
In completely shallow news, I'm feeling excellent about my choice of wardrobe today. I had an outside meeting this afternoon, and usually I'd wear a suit, but it was so gorgeous out, I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I wore a nice dress. My Big Boss wasn't even in a suit! She had a knit jacket-ish cardigan on, but not a full-metal suit. And neither were the people we were meeting with. Phew.
I can't stop sneezing. This is becoming problematic.