The evolving story of a boy.
What if cod was one of us?
I know it’s to treat her Megasophagus, but this is freaking awesome.
Funny: if you were to look for driving directions from China to Taiwan, step 48 commands a little more than even I - the fittest man in the world - can imagine doing. (By fittest, I mean fattest)
I know I’ve posted this already, but this is for my newly engaged friends :).
I was trying to find the words, but this video really speaks for itself. But if it’s words you want, then here’s the thing: you can only wish you could grind and wind like these prima danseuses. Not being subversive. At all.
Unfortunately, I used to see these moves at family parties in the 90’s when they played reggae and people start dancing inappropriately with one another - which is why I will probably never find myself playing Boombastic, by Shaggy in a dark lit room with my aunts. “No! That’s for other people!” I’d say running out of the room, “for people who aren’t family!!!” I kid. That never happened.
Ahem.
Excuse me while I play some Alt. Rock. (It IS for other people)
Would I? Yes. But what do you call these? Man Spanx? Manx? And why? I was kidding- I would never. But if I would, let’s just say that while some turn back into pumpkins at midnight, I seem to have assumed a permanent pumpkin form. Viva la Manx!!