I wrote this respectfully, intending to post it in a particular recently-created thread, but decided I could not quite pull off the appropriate level of respect and relevance...A series of primarily textual articles, inherently not connected with one another but made to appear so through the magic of some underlying integrated database. A thread, if you will, just like so many others created, not only here, but all around the world. You know it should have no real value, purpose or significance--just a pseudo-location where generally like-minded participants toss together off-the cuff, sometimes even somewhat random, thoughts and observations.
And yet this particular series of inherently unconnected primarily textual observations seems to convey something of overwhelming personal significance.
Thanks Ashie.
So I didn't think to check if my suits fit before a wedding I'm going to next week.
I've put on like 25-30lb since last wearing one.
Not even close.
Fuck.
I had an incident with a stripper today. Came on my face. It burned.
I should clarify I’m talking about paint stripper. Splashed a little on my face and almost into my eye when I was opening the gallon. Burned like a motherfucker, had to furiously wash the shit off my face.
Heavy duty industrial grade stuff. Was sizzling when I poured a little bit into a metal tray.
Either way you'll want to keep those fluids out of your tear ducts and mucus membranes.