Giggling at our stealth and trying to find ways to shove martinis and steaming hot mushrooms into my purse…
Because Eve was too selfish to think of the consequences of her actions, just chewing on any old dangling fruit, I’m stuck on the couch chain-smoking and eating ice cream at 8am.
It wasn’t spam until this latest email. But, now it is, the bastard. I think the son-of-a-bitch is mocking me. I’m not sure who TUT is but I think I must have dated him. Look, buddy, high school was a long time ago, okay? And I’m sorry about making fun […]
Awkwardist of tales that begat an Internet phenomenon.