Yes, but only the finest Girl Scouts, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and then sealed in a succulent Swiss quintuple smooth treble cream milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.
Because ladyparts are acceptable but manjunk is not.
You made some mistakes. You’ve got nowhere to run. The night goes on as you’re fading away. You’re sick of this life. You just want to scream:
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
No, but when I was a teenager I wore a slip as a skirt on a date once. Do they even make slips anymore?
We went to a play at the Magic Theater in Omaha called Why Hannah Can’t Keep Her Skirt Down. It was as incredibly awkward as it sounds.
I’ve been up since 6, working since 6:20, on my third cup of coffee. I have a metric shit-ton of work to get done today so I can be off next week with a clear conscience. I’ve got my totoro hat on, the man candle is burning (ask Kally, it totally smells like a dude), and the house is quiet.
I CAN DO THIS.
That was awesome.
I have the same problem when I’m feeling low. Everything I see just makes me feel sad, even things from my friends. That’s when I take a social media break.
I would never try to stop you from watching that gif.
Because its Mom didn’t hug it enough.