ALL THE BAD WORDS
“I GIVE UP!!” I yowl, flopping down on the living room floor, desperately trying to ground myself as I drag my fingers through the carpet fibers…
“I GIVE UP!!” I yowl, flopping down on the living room floor, desperately trying to ground myself as I drag my fingers through the carpet fibers…
I’ve managed to curb non-essential spending by online window shopping and pinning the fuck out of colourful things on Pinterest…
In spite of our best efforts, this week’s pancakes are mostly crap…
Lola is the most erratic of our three cats. She’s the one whose pupils dilate to an alarming size as she stares at a point, just over your left shoulder, where a knife-wielding maniac has obviously taken up residence…
Okay, so those Bioré nose strips? Is that accent aigu real? I mean, is it actually French or is it like Hӓagen-Dazs where they decided to make it sound fancier and European for the cachet of it all?
With my head tucked, my oversized Aerie shirt slides up over my face…
The good news? Now I can whip some fucking cream (that isn’t in ANY way lactose-free) to put on my lactose-fucking-free coconut milk ice cream which I can then cover in salted fucking caramel sauce…
It’s the cannabis brownie. That’s why we’re laughing…
I swear I was not being intentionally disrespectful. I just couldn’t take it any more…
Is mole DNA similar to rabbit DNA? And by “mole” I mean a mole on your face or body, and by rabbit I mean literal fucking rabbits…