A Plea for a Second Chance from Your Ex, Instant Pot
The first time you touched me, it was like you read the instruction manual on how to make my water boil.
The first time you touched me, it was like you read the instruction manual on how to make my water boil.
What does your couch give you that I don’t?
Some of you seem to be using this platform for what my psychologist, Dr. Winter, has identified as attention-seeking behavior.
All I wanted to do is continue the progression of time the way it has been going for all of fucking history. But suddenly the pandemic's MY fault?
Are you… still buying kale? Please tell me I’m not the only one. Oh God, I have so much kale.
Feels like they should've spent a little more time on the formula. / Urgently being shipped to nursing homes in the South.
Instructor Kate knows you won’t make it past two months on this bike, but she also knows you need her positive energy to have any chance at all.
I will eat at a restaurant alone, as long as I can tell a friend to show up ten minutes after I’m seated and join me.
What we see here is not a rainbow cornucopia of fresh fruit, but a hornet’s nest of shriveled blackberries and fungus-ridden apricots.
We at Fatty Matty’s Quakin’ Baconz do not assume liability for any health complications and/or death that may arise from the "DOIN’ IT RAW" special.
Day 8: Another test, and another sticker. This one has a pile of crimson and golden autumn leaves with the “We’re in this together!” slogan.
You approach a crying person and ask what’s the matter. They say, “Nothing.” Seconds later that person is interacting jovially with a colleague.