This Mirror Is So Relatable
The kind of stuff that happens on the mirror is exactly the kind of stuff I deal with every day.
The kind of stuff that happens on the mirror is exactly the kind of stuff I deal with every day.
All the signs are there. Darren’s always said our relationship is “the one perfect thing in this godforsaken hellhole of a country.”
I’ve since had a cancellation, opening a slot when I actually COULD play one of your sick little games.
There is dirt everywhere, all the time. At no point is anybody completely clean (not even the rich people).
Torture, salivating, aroused. Every second, a sheet of currency worth the amount of my student loans passes me.
I regret that I have but one chance to offer a high five to the executioner while I’m on the gallows and then say, "Hey, don’t leave me hanging!"
’Tis not with ease’d mind that I imbibe of the Friar’s herbaceous blends, be it “Rosaline’s Unrequited Rosehip” or “Zounds! This Lemon Zingeth!”
I tried hiring dog walkers, but I was banned from all those apps because my dog became infamous for always turning up a corpse or two.
Well, I bet you all felt pretty stupid a month later when we got divorced. You all are just wrong time after time.
Did you receive Venmo payments from your ex (Handle @MattDereklol46) AFTER you broke up on July 23, 2021?
So wait, I can’t meet with you/speak to you/copulate with you without a loyalty card? Unfortunately not!
Being stuck in character as STREET PUNK #5 for almost forty years has caused me more than a bit of grief.