Author: Bruce Shark

The OTHER side of the cards also has prompts.

There is a fat stack of these…..Jeezus.

I can think of 10 g+ peeps off the top of mah brain that wud be death to mah sides to play this with.

/……eats brownies….

/….looks at Squeak….

“BITCH.”

O, boy.

Got this game and it’s like if “Pictionary” and “Cards Against Humanity” had a baby.

Stacks of these things you gotta draw, and whoa.

Some of them….whoa.

The game is “Scrawl”….

Wud be hilarious with cocktails and brownies.

Probably won’t be playing this with the kids, until they are like 30.

I had mah eyelashes done, elizabeth Berkhoff​…

Honesty, I have no idea how you folks do this.

And I left work early to get it done.

Don’t judge me.

Roasted…

Come here….closer….closer……

I have a parent who does this, and know a couple of folks who have this going on in their lives.

it’s extremely difficult to navigate and if you love or care about the people, it can be upsetting to the point of stress inducing.

Well, today had massive suckage on it.

The good parts involved the sharkling being a cool little dude, and eating some cheese…and that’s about it.

After some pondering, I’m left with this:

This too shall pass, in fact it already has passed, and one day I’ll be dead.

It’s not horrible, or even sad.

And makes everything else seem really insignificant by comparison.

When Nicole Johnson​ and I go bowling….

Team Purple, babeh.