My front lawn. Every political yard sign results in the candidate losing.
I bought my meditation cushion in a store in Boulder where the cushions are sewn by the inmates of a Guatemalan insane asylum. So probably that. Maybe I shouldn’t be meditating on that thing.
As someone who lived in/around Boulder for many years, let me just say that is SO BOULDER.
A dude was quitting magic the gathering cuz he played it with his ex. Bought his collection. Found a non-precious metal wedding band. I don’t know where it is now, perhaps it rolled it’s way to smeagol.
Check again. Maybe it’s got Phasing.
My weed jar. The curse is that it always has less than I thought I put in it.
The Sonichu medallion that was gifted to me, let’s just say things have been interesting to say the least.
That object, my friend, is me.
This is my answer. When things seem to be going well, something bad is about to happen
There is a ghost living in my mouse that makes it inexplicably turn off every now and then
my wife. what? we can’t use sex objects?