We spend 3 hours doing various chest exercises. Tony’s the type of guy whose never done a leg workout in his life, but more than makes up for that with his frightening benchpress intimacy.
Everybody and their damn cat need to stop claiming to be an introvert.
Sleep hygiene becomes an actual thing instead of a weird myth you read about once.
Behold, the Single Father Paradox!
Sometimes, we wander around the store in a daze.
We’ve all been victims of IKEA.
Cleaning: the gift that keeps on giving. When everything is in its right place, that’s when you’re the happiest.
Drake’s beating a dead horse with the themes of “I’m sensitive and other rappers think it’s lame,” and “Now that I’m famous, everyone’s fake.”
It’s a constantly naked, “your way or the highway” situation.
Horrible. Absolutely and completely senseless. Lives, forever ruined in an instant. Endemic terror reverberates from the epicenter shattering our collective sense of normalcy. We dupe ourselves into believing we’re immune. The news seems so far from our insulated bubble.