In strides January, like a juicing fanatic hijacking a pub crawl. Time to go back to school
I need a Netherlands number, and my netherlands are getting numb-er
All it took was a light mangling of her leg
We might as well be naked and sobbing. Maybe that’s just me
“Oh, it’s okay. I NEVER SAID YOUR REAL NAMES.”
“We’ll take care of him,” I say, with more hope than expectation. Meet Steve.
The holiday’s over and the clouds are gathering; dealing with the Relocation Blues