We part from the rest and on the way back to his, he’s talking me through the hip places to be in his town whilst walking for what feels like forever in the September cold when I feel a very sudden sharp pain in my lower abdomen indicating that my bladder is not happy.
This story is so, so tragic.
If you dress as Vivian Ward from Pretty Woman, you’re a “take no shit” kind of a girl.
Well there was this old dude wandering out on the highway and I figured, “What’s an old dude who’s limping around gonna do to me?” Turns out rob me at gun point, that’s what.
Bracing yourself for the, “Wow what’s the occasion?” comments whenever you actually doll yourself up.
Hold up everyone: La Croix has hit weddings.
This story is ~wild~.
The misspelling features the (not) word “leakes” instead of “leaks.” Perhaps Donald Trump was thinking of entertainment personality NeNe Leakes?