Gurl FLEEEEXX-AH!
SO! I’m at this bar, right? Knockin a few back with the big homie, riiight?? Dude. GUESS WHO WALKS IN?!?!?!
Yup! You guessed it! OWEN WILLLLLSON!!!!! Talk about good times! With extra cheese!

At age 26, I’m finally starting to settle into the idea that adulthood is inevitable. Now I’m not talking about paying bills and having responsibilities. That’s some regular shit. I’m talking about the concept of being a grown-ass kid.
I still dress like a kid (jeans, sneakers, baseball caps, sports jackets, etc), I don’t own even ONE business suit, and I stay up extra late. Every night of the week.
But today, I felt adulthood pull on me. I bought a muhfuckin box of Raisin Bran Crunch. And I think it PROMPTLY bumped Frankenberry off my “Top 5 All-Time Greatest Cereals” list!!! This sparked many thoughts, and led me to perform a short evaluation of my life… I came up with these symptoms that I miiiiight be turning into one of those… adult thingies.
Yup, I think i’m gettin grown.
Ok I’m growing a bit concerned. Either these cats are all post-surgical Siamese twins, or everybody in the world REALLY has a double. I just hope MY double doesn’t end up making a flick.



I’m sure you have either seen or heard of this commercial by now. I STILL don’t know what to make of it… Its funny as shit, but I’m still trying to figure out if this is condescending or not. Even if this commercial was written by the KKK, “Gurl, you gotta 10 piece, please don’t be stingaaaaaayyy….” Is FLUCKIN HILARIOUS.
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