I have spent way to much time writing this...
ihatesockmonkeys: and no time sleeping. my face is sunburnt. gonna try and sleep now. What the dick happened while I was gone?
George Bailey: What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary.
Mary: I’ll take it. Then what?
George Bailey: Well, then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve, see… and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair… am I talking too much?
Man on Porch: Yes! Why don’t you kiss her instead of talking her to death?
George Bailey: …You want me to kiss her, huh?
Man on Porch: Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.
George Bailey: Ooooowww, Hey, hey, hold on. Hey, mister, come on back out here, and I'll show you some kissing that'll put hair back on your head
The new smoking popes album is really cheesy and lyrically weak but I love it.
This is me shining bright lights on bath and Alyssa while they smoke hookah and I don’t.
two takes, didn’t listen to the second take,...
I’m holding my iPhone in hand and I still don’t believe it.
Today is kicking my ass.