Sometimes things make me happy, sad, angry, confused, annoyed, curious, etc. I don't know what I'm saying.
I had the best dream ever: Gilmore Girls was on Netflix.
While at Voodoo today, an elderly gentleman asked me for my doughnut recommendation, to which I awkwardly responded, “Old Dirty Bastard.” Luckily, he understood that that was the name of the doughnut, and not an insult, so he went back over to his wife and asked if she’d like to try an Old Dirty Bastard.
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID?
She said, “I already have,” and started giggling. It was amazing.
And a big old fuck you.
I HAVE AN INTERVIEW WITH MONTICELLO. Let’s not screw it up.
Here’s a test:
I’m holding a baby in one hand and a petri dish holding a fetus in the other.
I’m going to drop one. You chose which.
If you really truly believe a fetus is the same thing as a baby, it should be impossible for you to decide. You should have to flip a coin, that’s how impossible the decision should be.
Shot in the dark, you saved the baby.
Because you’re aware there’s a difference.
Now admit it
I dropped the baby. But that’s more due to the fact that I dislike babies than because of the abortion thing.