Who even knows anymore

mood

I was a wild little shorty, man. Just like you. Running around with no shoes on when the moon was out. This one time, I run by this old lady. I was running, hollering… This old lady, she stopped me. She said, “Running around, catching up all the light. In moonlight, black boys look blue. You’re blue.”

MORNING DWIGHT.

Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist? Yes. I was hula hooping. Kevin and I attend a class for fitness and for fun. Oh my god. I’ve mastered all the moves. The Pizza Toss, the Tornado, the Scorpion, the Oopsie Doodle. Why are you telling me this? Because no one… will ever believe you. You sick son of a bitch.

Yankees first baseman Greg Bird talks at length about his hairless cat, Mr. Delicious. (x)

-Stop right there! Where are you taking these prisoners? - These are prisoners. - Yes. Where are you taking them?

Pam-casso! Sorry I’m late, I had to race across town.