When we envision our future together, we can’t see it unless the $175 egg separator we picked out in Crate & Barrel is there with us.
When You Shop My Balloon Bouquet Small Business Where I Blow Every Single Balloon by Mouth, You’re Supporting Real People
All mouth-blown, no helium balloon pumps allowed! And when I say “we,” I really mean just me.
I learned a lot in my four years as Vice President of Relaxation in the Hygiene Department, I wanted to offer some reasons why I’m departing.
Amazon is taking union-busting to another level. Starting next month, they’ll roll out a new feature to help customers get out of hopeless marriages.
At 1,559 years old, I’m not getting any younger. And a woman has to do what she can to make it through this cold, ice-hard world.
As a current job seeker, I would love nothing more than to find out what exactly those thoughts are in that big, juicy brain of yours.
What’s the deal with rattles nowadays? Seems to me like a poor excuse for jangly keys! Oh, wait– can someone bring me a bottle?
Even when I call shotgun, I’m still belted into the driver’s seat because that’s how badly we’re micro-managed.
Concocting a knuckle sandwich is a delicacy in itself, and should be taken with care.
You should be begging on your hands and knees for help. Pathetic. And deep down, you’re scared.
“Yo! You must be the new year!?” said 2020, seeming to come out of nowhere. “Welcome to Calendar Corp."
Harrison has devoted the majority of his campaign to securing a beach-themed winter dance, prompted by his older brother's copy of Girls Gone Wild.