Ninja Steve has started just drooping like he has no bones when I pick him up. I can’t tell if it’s contentment or resignation.
I will eat chips until there are no more chips to eat, even if it’s not a flavor I particularly care for. It’s like some sort of tortilla-based disease.
You other book nerds know my pain.
Seriously, why do they. Are tater tots that aren’t maximum crispiness?
Sometimes, I got nothin’.
They finally released the complete Basement Tapes this week. Imma spend the next week or two digging through all of it.