Thu, 8:02: Mark at the Bothell store was so kind as to courier me one of those godforsaken white chocolate ducks today—the bane of my existence at work the past few weeks, bizarrely mislabeled "decorated baby chicken" (with a BBD of October 27, 2018 even though the vendor assured me they were actually made this past January). It really cracked me up when I opened the box though. Fuck that duck!
After I quite satisfyingly bit that little fucker's head off, Noah said, "Well now you can sell it as a baby chicken! Who's gonna know?" https://t.co/xtoWXRN65Vhttps://t.co/O9U0eMDnJN
Thu, 11:16: I’m eavesdropping on a lunch conversation about movies in which all parties don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about and this is a real exercise is self-restraint.
