I Am the Stain That’s Already Ruined Your Favorite Sweater
The whole restaurant glares as you fling your body away from the table like you’re protecting the commander-in-chief.
The whole restaurant glares as you fling your body away from the table like you’re protecting the commander-in-chief.
I am not entirely sure why I was so confident that this February would have an extra day.
It was a tough decision to resign from plugging images looking my most beautiful on the best day of my life, but something I finally felt ready to do.
I don't want to keep this depression seasonal anymore. I’m ready to be your year-round crisis.
Romantic pressure systems are likely to develop in the coming weeks and residents are encouraged to remain calm, plan ahead, and avoid unnecessary exposure.
Life is never blue when I’m with you. P.S. What’s blue?
We are an innovative industry leader that thrives on teamwork, dedication, and low-key sexual energy.
7:00 A.M.: Threw away my eye patch. Since I no longer have alcohol-induced optic neuropathy in my left eye I “SEE” no sense in keeping it.
Will everyone agree that getting your hand stuck in the toilet actually a really common occurrence?
The tattoos on our baristas do not rub off with a wet rag and those are actually real live septum piercings. If you don’t believe us, give one a tug.
Have you ever considered capitalization? NO. i mean
What should I do? If that dish is untouched at the end of the night they'll link it back to me and never invite me to a potluck again.