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  1. 's brother, barreling out the door. BP: 'James!' James: 'What?' BP: 'Just kidding!' Hilarious.
  2. said unto him: be fruitful and multiply. But not in those words.
  3. , bewildered that this Chris Farley/David Spade buddy comedy has dated so poorly.
  4. will wake up wealthy, and you will wake up forty five. Brook Pridemore will wake up with baby. (There but for the grace of God go I).
  5. is bigger on disc golf than he remembers.
  6. feels great to be alive, takes the skin right off my eyes...Go figure.
  7. :doing it wrong fast is at least better than doing it wrong slow.
  8. , waist deep in avocado, is celebrating the term 'good fat.' This vacation is boring in the best way!
  9. is riding back country roads in the lushest greenery he's seen in years, bumping RAMMSTEIN, windows down. Unironically.
  10. in n out burger and amoeba records? maybe el lay ain't so bad.
  11. needs no further reminder about the unwieldy size of his record collection. Trying to organize it all is enough. Chee-rist!
  12. found new meaning to the phrase, 'twin high-maintenance machines.'
  13. has tattoo number five picked out.
  14. regrets to inform you that it took a performance artist to remind him it was Pearl Harbor Day. PATRIOTISM!
  15. has to reassure himself that the guy who sold him the apple doesnt know its about to become a bong.
  16. first snow turned to rain, but it DID snow.
  17. five record shops and no bill callahan. have i had the same xmas idea as a lot of other people?
  18. mountain goats day. 'and then i think i hear angels in my ear, like marbles being thrown against a mirror.'
  19. cannot believe we're trying to remember how that eve 6 song went.
  20. making fun of uptight Brooklynite in a room full of other uptight Brooklynites? Priceless.