"That's so nice, thank you!"
"You're not my boss, Ann!"
He exclaims as he opens
Her preferred flavor
"You're not my boss, Ann!"
He exclaims as he opens
Her preferred flavor
Every time I open it or see it written or hear someone say it in a meeting, that gods-awful "Aeroplane" pops up in my head.
This happens to me every day.
And it won't stop.
It's my 12th reason.
Every time I open it or see it written or hear someone say it in a meeting, that gods-awful "Aeroplane" pops up in my head.
This happens to me every day.
And it won't stop.
It's my 12th reason.
You may applaud and throw flowers, but please, no panties.
You may applaud and throw flowers, but please, no panties.
Stephen Miller looks exactly like he should. Like hatred is eating him from the inside out until all that's left is a shief of skim milk flesh stretched taut over brittle bird bones.