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I passed a pill bug that was stuck on its back, and without thinking, I bent over and flipped him. If it could talk, it would have probably thanked me, but I felt really good about it anyway. That’s why I think I should be the next president of the United States.

The name's Tim. Nice to meet you, maybe.

I play guitar, sing silly songs, write stuff, draw shitty pictures and make people on the Internet mad on a professional level. I drink a lot of tea and write letters to pen pals. I also think about death a lot.

Dear Internet,
There’s this girl I know. Her name, for the sake of secrecy, is Emily Pancake. For some reason, I feel like our paths are going to cross later in life, and she will come up from behind me and hit me in the back of the head with a sack full of deadly, lethal potatoes.
Metaphorically, of course.
My problem is, I drew a picture of us holding hands (I was 19 when I drew this, which is obvious from the artistic skill with the shading and depth and perfect proportions of her big brainy head with no neck to her one foot that is bigger than the other). I sent this picture to her through what we used to call “mail” back in my day. There was no “e” in front of it, because if it were “e-mail” it would be “extremely fast”. This was regular mail.
My question, Internet, is this:
I think there’s some sort of rash growing underneath my left butt cheek. Could this be due to poor hygiene, or is it a bit more serious than that?

Dear Internet,

There’s this girl I know. Her name, for the sake of secrecy, is Emily Pancake. For some reason, I feel like our paths are going to cross later in life, and she will come up from behind me and hit me in the back of the head with a sack full of deadly, lethal potatoes.

Metaphorically, of course.

My problem is, I drew a picture of us holding hands (I was 19 when I drew this, which is obvious from the artistic skill with the shading and depth and perfect proportions of her big brainy head with no neck to her one foot that is bigger than the other). I sent this picture to her through what we used to call “mail” back in my day. There was no “e” in front of it, because if it were “e-mail” it would be “extremely fast”. This was regular mail.

My question, Internet, is this:

I think there’s some sort of rash growing underneath my left butt cheek. Could this be due to poor hygiene, or is it a bit more serious than that?

A friendly greeting to Emily.

Tim: DERP, BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY.
GET OUT THE WAY, BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY.
OH NO. THE FIGHT'S OUT.
I'M 'BOUT TO KNOCK YO LIGHTS OUT.
GET THE FUCK BACK; GUARD YOUR GRILL.
Emily: -.-
Tim: THERE'S SOMETHIN' WRONG, AND WE CAN'T STAY STILL. Oh. Hi. Sorry, just singin' along to some Luda.
Emily: I'm watchin' eureka!
Tim: OH SORRY SHIT GET BACK TO YOUR EXCITING AND GLAMOROUS LIFE THEN I'LL JUST BE HERE CRYING OUT OF MY SOUL AND CUTTING MYSELF...
... ANOTHER SLICE OF CHEESECAKE...

My ex-girlfriend just let me drive her PT Cruiser.

It looks like that.

No, I swear it’s not a giant roach painted silver with wheels.

That’s a car.

And she’s so sick right now, that it came down to either me driving it, or…

I shudder to think what the other option was.

Anyway, that’s the only thing that’s happening in my life right now.

Looks like the Internets is trying to tell me something.
(Note: If you’re just tuning in, that’s my ex-girlfriend. We’re still pretty great friends. At least, in real life, we are.)

Looks like the Internets is trying to tell me something.

(Note: If you’re just tuning in, that’s my ex-girlfriend. We’re still pretty great friends. At least, in real life, we are.)

Nice to get an afternoon call from Emily.

*Emily calls*
*Cassie answers phone*
Emily: Hello?
Cassie: HELLOOOO?
Emily: HELLOOOO?
Cassie: HELLOOOO?
Emily: HELLOOOO?
Cassie: HAAAII
Emily: HAAAII
Cassie: HELLOOOO?
Emily: HAAAII
Cassie: HELLOOOO?
Emily: Hi.
Cassie: *hands phone to Tim*
Emily: Hello?
Tim: HELLOOOO?
Emily: HELLOOOO?
Lather.
Rinse.
Repeat.

Keepin' it thug.

Emily: My mom just got back.
Tim: Oh, that's nice. Tell her I said, "NIGGUH WHAT'S GOOOOOD?"
Emily: ... What?
Tim: I said tell her I said hi.
Emily: What did you say at first?
Tim: What?
OH MY GOODNESS WHY HAVE I NOT POSTED THIS PICTURE YET
That’s my girlfriend. And in the background, that’s my good friend, Josh.
And this is me laughing out loud as I remember I have this picture.

OH MY GOODNESS WHY HAVE I NOT POSTED THIS PICTURE YET

That’s my girlfriend. And in the background, that’s my good friend, Josh.

And this is me laughing out loud as I remember I have this picture.