I went to my hairstylist in true fagtastic fashion and we discussed Firefly.
I discussed Firefly with my hairstylist.
Name something only you would do.
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I went to my hairstylist in true fagtastic fashion and we discussed Firefly.
I discussed Firefly with my hairstylist.
Name something only you would do.
Be an asshole on the internet.
oh wait nvm
Be my own worst enemy
Flirt openly with a customer in front of 2 senior sales, 3 supervisors and an assistant manager whilst on the tills.
I have discussed Firefly with my stylist, Sara, so suck it.
Back on topic: No one can crush the soul of an innocent EoFFer like I can.
Promise my missus I'd stop doing something - then do it again within minutes.
I've started a conversation with my friends about the intelligence of rope.
My official part-time job is to irritate ShlupQuack. It's on my CV.
Another one: a few days ago I talked about Jesus pareidolia at a poker game.
Share my most embarrassing stories casually to my co-workers.
Have a friend's parent walk in on me explaining my night out in a hooker-filled neighborhood.
This is why you shouldn't get into cars with crazy women.
You love Firefly = I love you.
Tip my drink and spill it, and then spill it again when I go to set it down to get a towel.
Think about 4-dimensional relativistic effects in separate planes according to an observer's standpoint in relation to length, time-perception, and shifts in light..
...while being drunk.
I think I'm to the point where any one specific moment betrays the overall strangeness of my journey through life thus far.