Create Your Own Fiscal New Year’s Eve Rom-Com
“On fiscal new year’s eve, there’s no accounting for love.”
“On fiscal new year’s eve, there’s no accounting for love.”
I intended to flee, but did not expect to crawl through what appears to be two and a half football fields worth of human shit.
Above The Rim: No one gets a scholarship to Georgetown, where many hookups can take place, because the grounds have been converted to a WeWork space.
Suddenly, I was all she could talk about: “He’s been compared to a modern-day Brando, you know,” I overheard her telling her sister on the phone.
Cartoon character, beloved by children for their goofy, sweet, and mischievous antics, or actual fintech startup?
Movie theaters! The birthplace of popcorn. The gasps, the laughs, the slurps of teenagers' tongues attacking each other mere inches from your ear.
It was not I who called her “a useless swath of dogshit,” it was, in fact, Chicago crime lord Tony Ligitano.
Why do I have a safety deposit box at Epcot full of cash, character location maps, and over one hundred trading pins?
As great as this gig has been, it’s time to move on. Send me anywhere. Please. I’m your gal.
Three tricycles, $170.00? What does a man need with three tricycles? I’ve never once seen him exercise!
How could I possibly have known a nine-person BBC Earth production crew was spying on me from behind the glory bushes?
I have managed to secure access to an ancient video broadcast called a “YouTube Channel”: “Yoga With Adriene 30-Day Yoga Challenge.”