Marry me.
Eternal love and devotion,
Happy New Year! I have returned with a new segment of themed photos I like to call, “Apostrophe Abuse,” where our kind little friend is mistreated, mangled, and slaughtered.
Found in Sturgeon. I didn’t know tattoos possessed business ownership.
Smile! Your idiocy is on display!
Dunkin. Oh, oh, Dunkin. How could you. You make my favorite coffee! I eat your doughnuts and sit in your chairs while I update this very blog! This pains me to my very core. It is you, not me.
This is one of those times when I chant “as is are was were be being been” to myself so I don’t grab Sharpies and go on a homicidal spree. Witty raconteurs fail me at this point.