Good morning our amazing Dryftwood Townspeople, our shirt sale is going smoothly and we love the support we have gotten so far. So don’t forget to check out our website (http://Thedryftwoodpodcast.com) and get your very own Dryftwood Podcast shirt!
Please don’t forget to like, comment, and share so you can help support a small business and an amazing podcast! Also keep an eye out for episode 22 we will be getting it posted here in the next day or two!
Our amazing townspeople don’t forget to go to our website and check out our amazing shirts. We have Pink with black vinyl 50 cotton/ 50 polyester. The black with white vinyl! These babies are amazing and don’t shrink when washed in cold water.
The shop is open y’all! I REPEAT! The shop is open! On our amazing website we have two shirts our black shirt and white vinyl then our pink shirt with black vinyl. These shirts are 100% cotton and we’ve had zero shrinking with any of them when washing.
Dopest of dope logo t-shirts. Elegant and classy, like high school lunch. Dont miss out on your opportunity to help support The Dryftwood Podcast, and the Dryftwood Project as a whole.
So this guy volunteers at the Olympics. He figures maybe he’ll get to see some amazing athletes doing athletic things. And then the fastest man alive gives him a fist bump.
Look at all that happy.
this is still my favourite thing on the internet
seriously the 5th time reblogging this non b&w gif sorry not sorry
imagine walking into someone’s house and this accursed being is sitting at the kitchen table. you brush off your unease and politely say “hey ben, would you like me to get rid of that for you?” to which he replies “thats my wife, lindta.” he sits down in the chair next to it and throws his arm around it, kissing its cheek. you laugh uncomfortably, and as he gets back up, the scrape of the chair across the tile floor is enough to make you jump. it’s featureless, and somehow staring directly at you. you talk with Ben for awhile before deciding to call it a day, and as you make your way through the house, lindta continues to sit malevolently at the table. you brush it off once more, but upon making your way towards the exit, you notice that you can’t seem to find your keys. you mindlessly check your pockets as you make your way out the door, but you’re stopped. the door is locked. you still can’t find your keys, and as you continue trying to open the door, you hear the unmistakable sound of a chair scraping the tile floor.
