Nonspecific media person. Recovering archaeologist. Shameless punslinger. I have twitterhea.
Brb being superwomen.
Council of Bitches completed all the items on the agenda. Success.
Wasn't just a sock in the eye, btw. Headlock and a hail of fists. At least my head is hard. Anyway, that's all for now.
Now it's like this. I want my fucking face back. I'm too tired to be as angry as I should be.
This time a month ago I was getting my stitches out. I looked like this.
Lunch with @martharotter and @irishstu. Eatin' with @woop_ie in the sun.
Hey, girl, your reproductive system looks great in those pants.
Lost moustache. #hipsterdespair
Just fell in love on Grafton St with this dog who needs a home. Dying from cuteness. Her name is Nina. Lookit.
She also corroborates our theory that it predates official 1751 date, possibly by a few decades.
Also this funny little dude who might be Ben Franklin.
They found these old bloomers stuffed into the rafters!
Afternoon delight. Lipstick and everything. "Those monkeys are having a chat," says dad to daughter.
Gonna come at you like a, etc etc.
RIP another two Dutch Billys. :( (Yes, that is the correct plural.)
There's also wtfqrcodes.com and then this meta photo.
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