The 5 Most Ridiculous Comments I’ve Heard Since I Became A Hooters Girl
Is that your stage name?
Is that your stage name?
“We need to talk,” he says as he’s sitting on the edge of my roommate’s bed because the sheets are stripped from mine.
Just like you, we actually wish we’d never heard of the phrase “gluten free.
I wanted to keep you even though you were her boyfriend again before the bruises your teeth painted across my thighs had even faded. I had to wear them like a sick reminder that you were never mine and never would be.