This fucking guy right here.
Freelancing blows. And that’s why I quit that shit for 2011.
This fucking guy right here.
Freelancing blows. And that’s why I quit that shit for 2011.
It was in the 170s. The high 170s. Okay, it was 179. But still, that means 26 pounds lost in one month. Holy cow. I think this calls for a celebratory beer. And pizza. Or burger. Or big bowl of pasta. And some chips. And a goddamn brownie.
I make it the best.
That is all.
Just what kind of bougie asshole do I think I am?
2004 Matt is looking on, shaking his head in disgust as he takes a bite from his Sausage McMuffin.
I rock the party that rocks the body.
Not to worry. I’ve artfully recreated your soup-eating in my mind and have made a mental bookmark of it for future reference.
And I thank you for not wearing pants in my recreation.
What? You didn’t think I would create a tumblr dedicated to soup? Psssh.
Please upload your pics/vids of the soup eating, because I have neither the time nor the inclination to maintain a tumblr dedicated to soup.
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a ‘64 Impala
I’m not about to drive 30+ miles just so I can get my vegetarian chili ingredients from that pretentious and uppity Whole Foods store.
Err… Yes I am.
Sometimes, I want to punch myself in the throat.
Here’s a little bio of yours truly in a local publication.
I’d have enough money to buy myself a fattening, saucy, greasy, delicious meal at a nice restaurant. And a glass of wine. But just the house wine, not a fancy wine or anything. Maybe in the next couple of weeks, though.