thursday morning coffee.
some mornings you wake up and realize you’re up to your eyeballs in diapers and tech catalogs. others you wake up next to a dead hooker. sadly I’m dealing with the former. good morning.
wednesday morning coffee.
I didn’t think it was possible for MJ to be a bigger asshole. sure enough, motherfucker’s rockin’ a Hitler ‘stache. nicely done, fucko. good morning.