A Plea for a Second Chance from Your Ex, Instant Pot
The first time you touched me, it was like you read the instruction manual on how to make my water boil.
Writer living in Los Angeles. Thrives on finding the funny in just about everything.
The first time you touched me, it was like you read the instruction manual on how to make my water boil.
In Hell, it’s always January, filled with dead Christmas trees and hungover souls bearing an extra fifteen post-holiday pounds.