Im disappointed Coddies animal slippers never became a trend, they are ugly and tasteless but super comfy to use and made of better plastic than crocs... gave couple lobster and bass slippers as christmas presents some years a go... never seen them again worn by those relatives who got them from me... :(
I had this style of nightmare one time and never forgot. (About 7 years ago) Victorian city style setting, everything was grayscale, faceless humanoids were everywhere and I could feel it’d bad if they got me. Eventually end up in a plaza with a fountain in the center and I’m surrounded, the leader wore a noir detective style outfit with a brimmed hat (also faceless), just as they were about to reach me I woke up.
i used to have a recurring dream when i was a kid that i would wake up and my vision was red, i would look at myself sleeping and walk around my apartment and the farther i got from my sleeping self the more my vision would pulse and blur
I forgot the name of the movie but it was a zombie train movie I believe Korean. I watched the whole movie without subtitles or dubbed. I feel the same way in a horror movie you can kinda just understand what’s going on. When it’s done well. I did go back and watched it later dubbed and I pretty much was right about most things I thought they were discussing during the events that took place.
These people have over sized egos and are borderline insane.. Scientology goes after celebrities because of the 💰 money. Its a miserable life serving satan, yourself and feeding bad habits.
Notice how they say Indian Street food and then their perspective is the whole image of India I mean it's only the street food that is like that and ironically some of these videos are not even from India.
Funny thing is that Dean Norris use to sing a little in breaking bad when he's about to do a bust in the beginning and when he felt that he was going to catch Fring with the monitor on his car. The narrator for the hoarder clip sounded like the narrator from EWU channel
People can stay at home on Sunday and still praise God... Don't feel like reading the Bible? Fine...take a nap instead, then take that 10% of your income and spend it on yourself... Be good to yourself FIRST.
the only time ive ever cried listen to a song it was Adams Song - Blink-182, but i was so fuckin high, so all the music was elevated to its peak via the dab i took, i dead ass started weeping tears of joy from the last minute of the melody of the song.
Had a really wierd dream earlier today. Dreams from couple-hour naps are always the most detailed. I was driving around and stopped, as I came across an old farmers market. This market ended up evolving into an a plaza I used to visit, combined with an outdoor mall with a food court. I looked around for something to eat in this food court and came across some Chinese spot. Somehow I got kidnapped by the owners and was put onto a train. I managed to escape the train, and went back to the plaza bc I was hungry af. I then bought some teriyaki; started feastin, but all the sudden, the owner, who was a mad scientist, grew some black tentacle things from his back, and threw everybody out of the mall, which was now an indoor mall. I was pissed, but I still had my teriyaki, at least. I started walking out of the area, eatin on my teriyaki, but then some homeless guy started walking with me. He was saying something about how he likes that they (whoever tf is "they") put up a Jesus statue over up in Richmond. I've never been to Richmond, and have no idea where that is in the US. As he was speaking, I noticed him reaching into a fanny pack he had, and all the sudden, he pulled out a snub revolver and shot me in my right kidney. Right after he shot me, I called him a "motherfucker" and he started running away. I didn't know what to do after I was shot. I tried running over to some nearby policemen, but I already lost too much blood. My conciousness started slipping away, and I felt like I was flying upward. Everything began fading away, and then I woke up. All I wanted was something to eat man.
