Sometimes I put my beer down in places and forget I put it there and then I find the beer! When I do it’s a magical honeymoon type situation, because a lost beer is a lost opportunity.
But still sometimes you put a beer down in the house and you forget where you put, until you find it …
These are a few of the places I found them…
Dear future Todd, thanks for inventing the wireless recharging concept. Had you not done that we, back here in 2012 I would still have to herd our devices into these odd places in our houses that have become these miniature docking stations for all of our rechargeable devices. I, unlike Dagmar, like to have all the rechargeable in the same spot, which makes no sense I realize, but I DO! It’s like having my entire rechargeable herd in the same spot, which I think makes me a cowboy, somehow. It’s funny because I used the word herd.
Look, fire and beer go TOGETHER. It’s a fact, like the
Catholic Chruch and boy love go together … Sorry wait, it’s NOT like that.
In the Todd Oliver household, the LADIES do the dishes.
Unless they tell me I have to do them, because in that case, I do them.
I admit it. I love photos of chicks washing dishes. Cracks me up every time, I don’t know why. Moments later they showered me with hot threesome loving. And by ‘hot threesome loving,’ I mean they both bossed me around for an hour, generally nagged me and then, you know, gave me ‘hot threesome loving’.
I smoke. I don’t mind going outside to do it or even going into the basement…
I feel like I should be honest here. Honest about Rick’s BMW and how I treat it. I don’t always put the beer on the hood. That would be a, “dick move”. Sometimes, just to mix it up, I put it inside the car.
Yeah my house has a urinal. Some houses in Germany do. Not that unusual. What was unusual, is that Dagmar and our good friend Alex had a bizarre discussion once about how you couldn’t poop in it … as if that was ever up for debate.
Dear Alex and Dagmar, this is where you poop weirdoes. For the record this is my bathroom, which explains the smell of awesome and the extra toilet paper … extra awesome requires extra toilet paper.
After a long day I like to read my beer a story before tucking it in for the night.
Actually this photo seems retarded now. When I took it (after having drank said beer) I found it HYSTERICAL. “Aww there’s my little beer, all tucked into bed,” drunk Todd thought. Sober, I think, in retrospect, it makes no sense and really, really isn’t that funny. Anyway what IS funny is that I took it on Dagmar’s side of the bed.
You know incase some of the leftover beer spilled, I don’t want that crap on MY pillow.
Anyway … Sometimes you find it JUST WHERE YOU LEFT IT ….
Yeah all this for a (insert your own … starts with a b and ends with job, not steve jobs, unless you’re into that) joke…