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There was this time…(pt.13)

Giggling at our stealth and trying to find ways to shove martinis and steaming hot mushrooms into my purse…

Spam is mocking me

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 […]