Didn’t pay any of your bills and credit score has now dipped pathetically low? DON’T WORRY. It was Mercury!!!!!
People talk too much these days.
The problem with the new motivational mantra is that the notion of comparing ourselves to Beyoncé is – what’s the word? – total horse s*%t.
Asking someone why they’re still single is kind of like asking someone in the Special Olympics why they haven’t made it to the “real Olympics” yet. (Newsflash: it’s rude.)
I’m not starving myself. I’m not depressed. I’m not mad at you.
Does the shirt cover four inches of crotch/thigh area, AT LEAST? Are the leggings somehow embellished to make them more “pant-like”?
A lifetime of verbal diarrhea is causing dehydration of my soul.