I’m Not Like Other Tourists
“Quierrro ceviche,” I purr and raise an eyebrow. “Ok, one ceviche coming right up,” He responds in English. Haha! He’s fun and must stop flirting!
“Quierrro ceviche,” I purr and raise an eyebrow. “Ok, one ceviche coming right up,” He responds in English. Haha! He’s fun and must stop flirting!
HELLOOOOO! Hope you brought the peanut butter, because that my friend was a mouthwatering jam!
Life isn’t about enjoying things. It’s about adhering to specific body norms! On your deathbed you won’t be wishing you ate more bonbons.
Resting Pitch Face – Appears on the verge of talking to you about his screenplay, TV pilot, or tech startup (avoid elevators).
I wish there were “other solutions.” But heavy drinking’s already been taken as a solution to politics.
The Foul-Tempered Oboe: Quicker to anger than the clavier, will just as soon stab you with a double-reed as look at you.
“You should smile more” – To remedy my resting bitch face, I am going to pull my lips apart with duct tape so that I will have a permanent smile.
I am the only one with fingers, so I have the job of breaking sticks in two and putting them in a pile. I have also been designated a “performer.”
When you're giving CPR and their mouth is stuck petrified in an O-shape, so when you blow it makes them whistle.
Is there any way to make the heartburn shoot actual flames out of our mouths? That would be a nice party trick.
You checked the closet and it wasn’t a monster, it was nine blue goblins. They play poker every Thursday night and they apologized for the noise.
“If you could clear out all the space in your mind, you’d have a doorway.” Enter the airing of grievances!