Does the shirt cover four inches of crotch/thigh area, AT LEAST? Are the leggings somehow embellished to make them more “pant-like”?
In the 70s, beauty queen Joyce was accused of following her Mormon ex-lover to England, where she allegedly kidnapped him, chained him up in a cabin, and raped him.
I was floating through space, I was in a world I’d never seen before, I was wrapped up in a blanket on the floor of a strange bedroom.
Christ on a cracker I’m hungov– wait, that actually sounds delicious.
This insane monster is perfectly likable during business hours, but give him a few shots of tequila and he starts acting like someone slipped PCP in his Patron.
His page is flooded with inspirational quotes, uploaded in .jpeg format. I don’t feel inspired.
A cigarette used to be an invitation to strangers: come over this way, inhale with me. Now, instead, my digits dig deep in my purse for a slick black cell phone and they type meaningless messages to yet more strangers in many other rooms, jokes and quips in 140 characters or less until it’s time to go home.
Let me drop a little truth bomb on you. I’ve already lived through approximately 1,350 weekends.
I know you must get that a lot, and on good days you probably let it slide. You think, “We’re happy and that’s all that matters,” you think, “Some people are just ignorant, but that’s not our problem.”
This uh… short story is a prime example of what happens when you replace every word in the sentence with Word’s suggested synonyms.