Charge me $4.50 for a cup of coffee and then tell me to put my own soy milk in it. For $4.50 you’d better be wiping my ass.
Frogive me for still knowing every word to that Jodi Watley song.
The dullest blog in the world
For telling that 4-yr old boy at the playground that he was being a total fucking turd. Well, he was.
I really hope my dog gets me flowers for Mother’s Day.
This weekend we’re going to buy this lawnmower so that we can attend to the 2-foot high wall of grass about to swallow the house. This morning I lost Chuck in the jungle lining the back fence. I swear I could hear Jeff Probst playing congo drums inside my garage. Then we’re going to Purchase [...]