As a favor to Sinecure, I present to all of you, BUTTERSTICK:
Okay, just kidding.
16 servings of cheap pilsner last night? Attracted to a 6” seafood sandwich you saw being ordered and need someone to talk to? Feel like something pasta-y, but not exactly? This is what terrorizes our nation’s workers every day. It is ever-present, in the back of our minds--riding on the train, up the elevator, in that meeting. But these are simply facets of the one great question. The answer to which must be provided before we can ever grasp contentment. What’s for lunch?
4 comments:
That is one fat joint he's smoking.
butterstick is so hot right now.
This is probably the appropriate place to say Rest in Peace to Stan Berenstain. The Spooky Old Tree was my all time favorite kids book.
I never read BB. I was more of a Clifford Kid. (in both Spanish and English, of course cause I was a dork like that)
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