When I turned 12, my dad gave me a stick of deodorant. It didn’t have any instructions on it. My dad didn’t explain what to do with it. The only thing I had to go by were the commercials. He asked me one day, “Aren’t you using the deodorant I got you?” I said yes, and confidently raised my wrist up to him, “See? Smell.”
Saw a man today at the pool with a giant T in his back hair: a stripe down his back with another at the top of his shoulders. Someone else had to have shaved it that way and somehow also thought it was a good look.
Soon you won’t be able to get anything except from Amazon. I try to order things directly, and quite often they end up coming from Amazon warehouses in Amazon delivery vehicles. Even my covid tests and free phone sim card from the government came this way. Arrrrrrg!
Leroy is contemplating a “wayward” shot.