Stories of this life gone astray
Bbbukkkka, bbukkk, bbkk…
My fruit, unfortunately or fortunately, tasted like…well…fruit.
This post is going to come back and bite me in the ass.
Who would choose that?!
Searching for its evil twin
Sometimes, there just aren’t enough frozen margaritas!
Anyone else who needs a good cry is welcome to join Janis and me.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
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