See, now that’s just not fair. Fuck…

Now if I knew I would have a funny, quirky, interesting kid like that, I’d totally be someone’s dad. Unfortunately, I could also have the little diva bitch like the one screaming and crying at the store the other day. And it’s that uncertainty that keeps me childless.

The 90s are strong with this one

Yeah, break ‘em out lady. If they’re good enough for the vacuum cleaner man, they’re good enough for anyone.

She was beautiful in Elf. With blonde hair. And I don’t even like blonde.

I’d let her boil my rabbit.

Dogs are the best.

Paramount owns the Star Trek movies. CBS owns the TV shows.

Christ, get a bike. You live in Brooklyn, you’re not that far away.

Manhattan probably hasn’t seen that kind of darkness since before it was New Amsterdam.

Get that dog on some grass, quick. He needs to run and play and be a puppy.

Looks like my pottery class final.

That’s going to become one smelly office soon.

None of this shit looks good. Presentation is just as important as taste and all these look like sloppy nightmares.

I’ve always been partial to the Duran Duran theme. Kinda catchy.

Someone is getting their dates mixed up here. No one was playing Oregon Trail in 1998 on a shitty Apple II. Nor were they downloading songs on KaZaa because it didn’t exist yet. Also doubtful that many folks would have had a CD burner in 1998, as they were hugely expensive still.  Do your research, BF. Or stop letting 20-year olds do your flashback columns.

Nope. Flibbertigibbet is the best word ever. By far.

Or, if you’re a guy, buy some posters of your favorite movies and put them on the wall in cheap frames. Fabulous!

Sadly, this will be the fate of a great deal of the information we produce in this time. We store our lives digitally now, on fragile devices that will eventually become corrupted or simply cast out. Then that record is gone. It’s not like etchings in stone that last millennia. Future societies will probably know very little about us.