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I never saw myself as a Hamptons person. I also never saw myself at the center of a scandal on a Bravo reality show, but here we are.
Look at all of us, using email emulators to conduct official faire business!
I require 10 minutes of uninterrupted eye contact so I can absorb your aura and determine what kind of personalized sandwich art to create for you.
What do you get a man who already has everything, including three other children who live in a nice neighborhood and are allowed to use his last name?
We noticed you’re attempting to exit the burning building. Nice choice! Unfortunately, emergency exits are not included in your current plan.
Based on my literature review of opening my eyes in public, everyone is afraid to get some mud under their fingernails and quality of life is one foot in the junkyard.
Substack might have more than 35 million active submissives on their platform, but we do things a little differently around here.
The administrators of wikiFeet, a group of men who refer to ourselves as the “Dukes of wikiFeet,” pledge to stomp out any generative little piggies whenever they appear.
Ashley, when I work with you, I feel like I’m on a never-ending Personal Improvement Plan.
I now know that when you pulled that shot, you were thinking about the mouthfeel and terroir of my coffee experience.
We will not allow the men to firelight us into believing we are too emotional when our toddlers leave on their first hunts.
I just can't imagine my grandfather, or his grandfather, facing this kind of uphill battle when starting their Suits rewatch podcasts.