If I’ve learned anything from Facebook, it’s that this past winter was exceptionally good for the baby business.
Throwback to earlier this week, when DeNiro became a redneck.
He carries this thing around like a kid with a teddy bear. It’s simultaneously cringe-worthy and fucking adorable.
Sometimes I like to see how gigantic I can make my head look to you guys before it makes me wonder if my head really is gigantic.
No. No, I shouldn’t.
My mom raised me on monster movies, so every time I see Godzilla come out of the smoke and hear his roar(?), I squeal just like I did as a child.
I think the fact that it’s colder now than when I woke up is nature’s way of telling me to go back to sleep because waking up at 4 AM when you don’t have to work until 4 PM is stupid.
I mean, I guess I can’t really stop you. I could turn anon off, but that’s like, a whole thing, man.
Sometimes you have to park on what seems like the millionth floor of the garage, but then this is your view at the end of the day.
I become emotionally attached to animals far more quickly and easily than I do people. With Chino here, it was kind of love at first sight. He reminded me of my own aging dog.
He still reminds me of my Fatty, but now it’s not a good thing. Chino’s deaf and almost completely blind. Even in daylight, you have to help him navigate his way around by gently holding onto his collar. He jumps when you pet him and aren’t facing him. He eats, but you can easily see his ribcage and spine.
His time is coming to an end, and I’m going to be just as devastated when he goes as I was when Fatty did.