Accept no substitutes
“Wow. You are next level with your Connery devotion.”
“Wow. You are next level with your Connery devotion.”
He seems like he might be in a fugue state…
“Do you, or do you not, implement fall prevention measures?”
“I’m telling you Rissa, when you’re middle-aged, your vulva gets sassy.”
David and Rissa say that I am not allowed to take up DIY cosmetic surgery…
My mouth drops open to gather more oxygen as I attempt to move my leg…
…given the current reality, you get those random thoughts…
“Are you ready for lunch?” asks Rissa.
Shopping for that first training bra at The Met in 1978…
“Did I just lose a beauty pageant to a cat?” queries David from the living room…