Surely this monstrosity holds some meaning that is beyond our minuscule Lego brains.
Customer service sure isn’t like it used to be, you think, as you hear the entrance door jingle and feel cold air around your nether regions.
Frankly, I’m just excited to have you back in my chair. After all, you ARE my favorite patient! Also, in many ways, you’re like a son to me.
Shower curtain that looks like the bottom was dragged through a swamp in Chernobyl, and the top is detached from at least three rings.
I still don’t even really know what an em dash is. Or care to know for that matter.
I'll have been train hopping for two months at that point, so I might look a bit like the chimney sweep in Mary Poppins when I get in.
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?
I’m the kind of person who claps when the plane crashes.
My friend has multiple personalities. But he’s good people.
On Sunday, I pulled a fossilized pistol out of the creek by my home. The scrawled initials read “T. Rex,” and I marveled as I cradled a relic of the world’s most dangerous small arms dealer.
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?
A clumsy answer could lead to confusion. Too much detail, and you risk sending your flat friend into an existential spiral.
But, if I could offer one tiny suggestion, while you sound amazing, the song choice doesn’t show off your full potential.
Let me stop you. That’s not mold. That’s ambiance. That’s character. That’s the sort of authentic, rustic charm people pay top dollar for.
