Pay bills ahead of time.
As every other year, this Independence Day saw the usual, fleeting public outpour of gratitude for living in this country.
To describe the right as religious is almost redundant in America.
There is literally no moral difference between the subjugation of these groups.
There’s literally nothing better than someone complimenting our shirt or our watch so that we can say, “Thanks, my girlfriend got it for me.” NOTHING. IT’S THE BEST FEELING.
“He said he wanted to live in my vagina. Like, pay rent and everything.”
As she’s about to dive in he gives a half-hearted, “Wait a minute!” but it’s too late. She climbs out of the lake and he says, “That’s not Lake Minnetonka,” and GETS ON HIS MOTORCYCLE AND RIDES AWAY.
The bat signal group text.
The “Should we check a bag?” conversation.
Right before they board a long flight. LA to New York? What better way to have them reflect in relative isolation than on a plane filled with strangers and no internet access for 5-6 hours?