- People on a diet deserve to have a salad dressing called “200 Islands”. A more extreme option would be the “Seven Islands”.
- A wise man once said: Those who fear tomorrow should go to sleep and wake up after tomorrow.
- Sometimes I lay wide awake in bed wondering what those who write ‘HBD’, ‘K’, and ‘RIP’ do with all the extra time they save. TBH IMO ATM IDK 🥴. LMFAO.Other nights it’s the voices in my head that keep me busy. Three out of six usually want to sleep; one still cannot get over the fact that the Alphabet, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Baa, Baa, Black Sheep all have the same tune; another muse on one simple query, that is if penguins have knees; and then there is the last one who does nothing but scream repeatedly and frantically [and palindromically]: “DammitimmaD. DammitimmaD. DammitimmaD” while staring at himself in a mirror.Now some of you may deem this absolute bollocks since there are no mirrors in anyone’s head. To those silly sceptics I would like to say that the inner world is a mere reflection of the outer one; hence it is all one big mirror on the inside through which there is a tapestry made of millions of other smaller shattered pieces of mirrors. Ha-Ha. Joke’s on you, smarty pants.Embrace the Full LunacyIt’s truly one jolly circus up here, me tell you. Entertaining it certainly is, yet turning it all off on occasions still remains tempting, let alone needed. YOLO 🫠.
For your own sanity. Hi-Hi.
- “Florence”, really? I’ve told you before that the reason why many hurricane evacuations fail is because they give them nonthreatening names names like Andrew, Bonnie, Irene, Igor, Ingrid, Gustave, Sandy… and Florence. Name that shit Hurricane Megalodon XZ-9000 and watch everyone evacuate days earlier.
- Constipated people don’t give a shit. Speaking of, “Taking a shit” is a bizarre expression. Because I usually leave one.
- Darling, you’re just a fluffy cloud filled with cotton candy marshmallow and anxiety.
- No one can take you for a ride or drive you crazy unless you hand them the keys.
- After finding out I’m a writer, a seductive woman asked for three double entendres. So I told her: “If I said you have a stunning callipygian body, would you hold it against me?” Then I gave her two sloppy ones — in one.
- In a sincere effort to help their users get a life, as of December 1st
Facebook will automatically change all relationship statuses from “It’s
Complicated” to “It’s Time To Move On”.
- Tonight I will get inside a time machine, attempting to change the
course of history. You will know I’ve succeeded if humans can speak
Dolphinese and fluently communicate with cats and dogs, we got rid of
silent letters and clothes hangers with non-rotating hooks, energy is
unlimited while electricity is free ― because Tesla!, and there is no
February 29. O’, one last thing: “TEETHbrush”.
OLS Reflections Quatre-Vingt-Trois — The Audaciously Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections 81 — The Flamboyantly Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections Setenta e Cinco — The Dazzlingly Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections 64 — The Dangerously Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections 60 — The Sensationally Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections 五十八 — The Shamelessly Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections Fifty-Six — The Notoriously Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections Treinta y Seis — The Wickedly Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections — Facebook Edition
OLS Reflections — Facebook Edition Deux
OLS Reflections ثمانية وعشرون — The Tranquilisingly Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections पच्चीस — The Soothingly Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections Venti — The Quiescently Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections Siebzehn — The Peacefully Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections Quatorze — The Mitigatingly Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections Dodici — The Appeasingly Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections Девять — The Pacifyingly Unfun Ones
OLS Reflections Seis — The Mollifyingly Unfun Ones
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