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@jrsweany
Kaycee’s husband, and Moira’s dad. Nerd. Pansexual. Anarcho-communist. Living stereotype. Pronouns: He/him
Also, no shade intended to Esfandi, but “star”? He was in one scene, and never received a name. This is how far I had to scroll down to find him on IMDb.
Found it. Everyone continues the “Crusher fucks ghosts” thing, which is funny, but I can’t help but wonder “Why limit ourselves?” There’s a Dark Universe of supernatural strange for her to explore.
I’m not generally one to critique another’s inoffensive choices, but there’s a point where “Haha I enjoy wine occasionally” home decor becomes a wink-nudge cry for help.
The sushi restaurant we go to has a men’s room door that makes me anxious to go in there.
I receive a lot of texts and calls for someone named Mark who owns a property somewhere random. I used to say no and request to be taken off the list. Then I ignored them. But when “Sofia” asked if I was interested in a proposal on the property, what the hell? Why not?
Yes, boycotting a videos game (for which there are no consequences at all) is the same as not paying your taxes. Very smart.
It’s a little small, but I’m not just going to pass up this kinda magic. Dan Flashes charges $850 for something like this. #margargitaville #badwithmoney
I always know Kaycee will send me photos of the best stuff when she goes to the thrift store.
My favorite is the “maintenance required” warning that popped up because my car just hit 45,000 miles. The Maintenance Required Warning means that I get to go to the dealership and pay them $180 to turn off the Maintenance Required Warning.
Don’t know why I wrote this and didn’t post it. Seems fairly on-brand.
Toilet Phone. For when you need to do business while you do your business.
We tried to hit a couple of antique stores before we left Oklahoma City. The first was difficult to find because this was the entirety of their signage, so they were hard to distinguish from the sex shop next door. Apparently they were not accepting victims today, as the door was locked.
Stopped at a cat cafe for some caffeine, and this cat is going full Snorlax.
My wife and I are driving from Kansas City to Oklahoma City (represented by the crudely-drawn red line) tomorrow to see a comedian we like, then driving back on Saturday. It’s a trip of 366 miles, and we’re looking at 10-11 hours round trip. For reference.