Partiful Updates from Your Acquaintance Who Is Clearly Spinning Out
Hey, does anyone have an EpiPen?
Hey, does anyone have an EpiPen?
If you do go out, you’ll immediately start thinking about when you can leave. If you don’t go out, you’ll immediately start wishing you had.
There’s a secret to eating well on a tight budget. That secret is to not do it.
10th-grade math teacher: Once a year, on your birthday, you drink a full pint of vodka, walk into your closet, and scream.
It’s come to my attention that the Chuck E. Cheese off Highway 46 continues to offer a secret “Animal Style” option on their birthday celebration menu.
Please try the ahi tuna croquette puffs—eat it off a toothpick next to that pool, just full of wet wet water.
Your vibe was soooo post-op lobotomy patient. Like, instead of being human, you were just impersonating one, you know?
It's time again to celebrate our beloved little Scarface-quoting third-grader. He's the reason your kid knows what ketamine is.
Emily, I couldn’t help but notice you texted “we’re gonna soooooooooo fucked up. 🤪” Would you be willing to own next steps on that?
Good news—lantern stuff is done. Borrowed John’s (as in Larkin's) geriatric horse and am headed to Concord now.
Do you like charades? Well you’ll love it when my college acquaintance puts "Malcolm Gladwell" in the bowl for you to act out.
Please join us in the lobby to celebrate Christmas! We will scrounge up a folding chair or two and everyone will be afraid to sit.