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The awkward thing where you remove a neighbour’s finished load from the machine, they appear, and you both know you’ve touched their undies.
If I played Hearthstone at work during lunch, does Yahoo then own my warlock deck?
If I played Heartstone at work during lunch, does Yahoo then own my warlock deck?
“Sweet chair!”, said the neighbour with the surfboard as I heaved the giant box into the apartment building to unblock the entrance.
Obama drove past the office, and the horse mask whinnied softly in my drawer.
I do not understand the Swarm/Foursquare splitting up thingie.
Arachnid Wing of Naxx? Christ, that takes me back.
Not much more upsetting than a dog with a randomly hurt paw.
My whiny tweet made it into this article about the ramen festival: (thanks, @NoMintAllowed).
According to her, my brain works like this: "A + B = Cucumber."
Finally met @petyagrady after a 13-year online friendship. ❤️
Apparently we’re getting fancy coffee in the new office. I cannot see this going badly in any waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Honestly, how clean can a whistle be if people are forever wetting it?
Almost 72 hours later, I finally got my ramen.
You have read 5 of my 10 free tweets this month.
RIP Subversion.
Opened the petrol tank, overfilled it all over the side of the car, and assumed it would immediately blow up. I am 37 years old.
Cinnaholic for lunch, waffles for dinner, and a chocolate bar for a snack, so if anyone wants me I’ll be diabeating myself up over here.
Me: "I can't wait to get home to my hot water bottle!" Her: "I can't wait to get home and have a cup of green tea! We're so old."
"Fried chicken does not go with a condom!" exclaimed the curly-haired dude standing and yelling at traffic, or maybe no one.
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