Unless you want to talk about those troll dolls with the funny hair. That's completely unrelated.
And fairly awesome.
Except the Norwegian troll doll statue.
Which is still funny.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Unless you want to talk about those troll dolls with the funny hair. That's completely unrelated.
And fairly awesome.
Except the Norwegian troll doll statue.
Which is still funny.
Relatedly, at the Middleman event, I met one of my Twitter followers, and she had awesome stories about hanging out with Donald Glover. Protip: the way to his heart is Bulleit bourbon.
I have my childhood trolls that I'm planning on putting on eBay, although some are in need of Rogaine from excessive hair grooming. I have a troll in colonial garb from Williamsburg.
Protip: the way to his heart is Bulleit bourbon.
Like I needed another reason to love Donald Glover.
Louis XIV did not care, given that he was about to have night with Calli.
*blushes* D'awwwww.
As an antidote to the craziness, a story about a 14-year-old who rescued a kid who fell into a sewer: [link]
Self-medicating with a triple-cheese melt of Brie, Havarti, and cheddar on pan de mie, whatever the hell that is.
Can you send some of through the intertubes, P-C? It speaks to my Wisconsin heart.
cheeseinatubes
Also self-medicating with Howling Bells, Lorde, and my Aural Valium (tm Teppy) Pandora station. I don't know how people deal without music.
I feel like Being an Emotionally Stable Adult is a full-time job.