Open Letter to the Guy I’ve Been Dating in My Mind for 18 Months
I asked you on a date in my head and pretend-you said yes. This confirmed it; you are a kind-hearted guy who can see the potential in me.
I asked you on a date in my head and pretend-you said yes. This confirmed it; you are a kind-hearted guy who can see the potential in me.
Let’s take a look at our international weather for all you lucky ducks who’re able to afford trips without forgoing health care for two months.
As a result of that whole "free will" blunder, any direct divine intervention is off the table. We did, however, agree to a compromise arrangement.
We are, however, committed to making you feel like you are a premium customer.
We’d like to pinch some sense into you with our deadly pincers, but we fear that this will only make you reach some new, unfathomably stupid conclusion.
Players who take, like, 20 napkins and then use, like, just two napkins and throw away the other 18 will be ejected from the game.
All I can offer you is 60% off all denim-wear. So yous can getcha some toddler overalls or some jeans for any little tikes yous two may know of.
What if I get a new pair and instead of being bitchin’ as hell, they are just bitchin’? Or worse: not bitchin’ at all.
I have reduced stress by limiting my mental breakdown to three times a week. You would never guess that I've stress vomited in every campus bathroom!
I’m so glad to get this off my shell. It’s been a weight no snail should have to bear.
I’d be willing to bet it takes dozens of muscles in the arms, legs, and torso to lift this soda machine off of my shattered body.
*UNSUBSCRIBE* Have you ever tried yoga? *UNSUBSCRIBE* Do you think you might have high blood pressure?