No one ever tells us how hard it can be to accept help from others, or how rewarding it can be when you finally let go of your pride.
I’m a gigolo for grandmas. Some as old as 90, none younger than 65. I’ve got $2 million in a bank from grandmas leaving me money in their wills.
You have a very vivid imagination out of necessity.
You have to love a dad that takes the time to choreograph an entire dance routine to his daughter’s favorite pop songs.
6. I have my normal voice and my phone voice.
Nothing worse than walking in on your dad waxing your mom, am I right?
Had and erection in 9th grade biology. Teach thought it was my phone and grabbed it.
17. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?
The world of dog ownership is something that I’m pretty well-versed on and I’d never heard, “don’t leave your bra hanging on a doorknob because your tiny dog could accidentally stick his head through the strap and get mixed up trying to get out and walk in fifty cute little circles until he’s dead.”
I can trace the slow ease into the cycle of starving and bingeing, starving and running, bingeing and running, directly back to church.