Tomato Season Has Changed Me
This happens every year. The heat of August sets in and like a bear waking from hibernation, my ravenous appetite for tomatoes reemerges.
This happens every year. The heat of August sets in and like a bear waking from hibernation, my ravenous appetite for tomatoes reemerges.
I was praying to God that maybe the reality show / would give my marriage more net worth / and make my partner feel like she had a purpose in life.
They had to drill a f**king hole in my face!
get red-hot,/a white meat babyface/I would always tease him/by calling him “Broccoli”/even if it made things worse./There was always that hope
fast-forward/the perfect storm./America was at conflict with Iran/Iraq/the political situation/between the countries./between good vs. evil.
I mean, dude, it's laid back, all this beautiful atmosphere and peace. But things are definitely moving in the right direction for me, thank god.
I bought him that can opener as a gift to use on Boy Scout trips and he mocks me by spelling swears in alphabet soup on our counter!
I bet if instead of killing yourself you could turn yourself into a turtle, there’d be a lot less suicide and a lot more turtles.
Don’t judge me ’til you’ve cruised a mile in my Heelys.
It’s fitting that I never learned how to correctly spell “self-sabatogue.”