This Uber in Australia gave me the option to request conversation or no conversation. I appreciate the opportunity to opt out, but feel like it would be super awkward to demand your driver he talkative

I’m 1:08 into this movie and I just realized the protagonist’s name is Brian and now I find the whole thing unbelievable

you can’t predict the future. pundits have to pretend they can do that or else they’re out of a job, but not you. wait and see what happens. learn what you can and do what you can about it, whatever it is. no one needs your underbaked take

For some reason the leather jacket option will work better for your credit score

Never should’ve come to Nashville. I just enjoyed an Eagles cover. This is what they mean by the evils of alcohol

You should try their pizza

I beg of you, please list the speed on the label of your records. Sometimes even vocals aren’t enough of a clue to let me know I’m playing a 45 at 33 or vice versa.

W. is working late, so I went by myself to the corner Italian restaurant. I hope all the canoodling Valentine’s revelers enjoyed me singing along to Sade.

I’m sitting around wondering if I remember how to play When The Saints Go Marching In on the harmonica. Fortunately for my wife and neighbors I do not have a harmonica handy.

Poetry should only be used in self defense

The 90s were a magical decade when all the best funk musicians of the 70s were playing in heavy metal bands and all the best hardcore musicians of the 80s were attempting to reinvent funk

Today I encountered this L.P. Hartley quote for the first time, “The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.”
And I can’t stop thinking how perfect it is.

Apparently no one does anymore, which is why i’ve caved and joined