Guests are forbidden from bringing presents. Jazz is a gift in itself.
Yeah, Mama and I have been good. Just the daily grind, trying to bang out those milestones. You know how it is. Starting to roll over, yep.
Just you, me, a $20 bottle of pinot noir, and 5-8 professional sex associates that we host for a no-holes-barred 12-hour touchfest.
Join me on an epic day of going to all the doctors I’ve been avoiding since I was a teen and will no longer have access to!
What, you’re surprised? Remote lairs and underground redoubts do not pay for themselves.
Eaten an Oreo without twisting it open and gnawing out the cream; just bit right into that motherfucker.
And God said, “Let there be great music so none of them talk to each other,” and there was a DJ who worked in finance but DJed on the side.
Streaking on the quad? We've got something way sicker for you: freelance income earned across multiple tax jurisdictions.
Dude, I cannot wait to get in there and silently appreciate the little fella. Let’s go!
One member described you as having "the chirpy positivity of a high school debate team coach."
The Palace suspects madness, black magic, or a bout of Royal amnesia, as His Majesty no longer seems acquainted with his Anglican upbringing.
There are just too many beautiful people here tonight! No, really. There are actually too many of you and roughly ten to fifteen people have to leave.