Appreciator of the finer things in life: Warm socks from the dryer, imported cheese, well-placed commas and semicolons. Jeremy Renner and a few of his pretty friends. Mostly I just re-blog shit that I like. And maybe someday I'll find time for more than just re-blogging. Meanwhile, I have too much other stuff to do. And there you have it.

 

gsdsnjfr:

So my husband keeps coming in to bug me for stuff while I’m trying to watch the Bourne Legacy. 

Jokingly, I tell him, “You know, Jeremy Renner has never once asked me for clean underwear or a sandwich.”

He leans in close and replies,  “Jeremy Renner has also never built shelves in your garage or given you an orgasm.”

You, sir…are half right.

gsdsnjfr:

So my husband keeps coming in to bug me for stuff while I’m trying to watch the Bourne Legacy.

Jokingly, I tell him, “You know, Jeremy Renner has never once asked me for clean underwear or a sandwich.”

He leans in close and replies, “Jeremy Renner has also never built shelves in your garage or given you an orgasm.”

You, sir…are half right.

Quote of the day: “If Jeremy Renner’s name was Barry, I just don’t think he’d be as hot.”

That moment when you see a woman with a wedgie and you want to offer to be her shield while she adjusts herself

There are no words. NO.WORDS.

There are no words. NO.WORDS.