Lately, he’d been looking over his shoulder left and right, and checking online continuously. And, although he wasn’t sure of much, he was sure about one thing: he’d never EVER date another fucking blogger.
Larry was finding hangovers so much harder to deal with ever since he turned three.
Ready to enjoy life again but still a little scared of being shit on, she decided to take this whole brave thing one day at a time.
Having perfected the art of the two-face, he could tell you to fuck off with a smile and you’d shake his hand and say thanks. It was no wonder Nicholas was a top producer at his company and held the esteemed position of Board Certified Master Bullshitter. Which was was listed right there in bold on his business cards, lest anyone forget.
As the new (and only) red-head in town, Ginger was a bit intimidated by all the attention.
She was still a little wobbly, but growing stronger by the day. Soon, she’d be walking on her own two feet again.
Trudy couldn’t believe she had to live with this drivers license picture for the next six years of her life.
Winnie swore up and down that she didn’t have to pee, but somehow her mom still didn’t believe her.
He’d finally managed to get tangled up and trapped in his lies.
Pierce was furious at the latest picture being circulated by the paparazzi. One unflattering angle of him while on vacation, and suddenly he had a Dad Bod? Ridiculous.
Sometimes we are meant to experience heartbreak. Sometimes it has a purpose. For me, that purpose was scoring an incredibly perfect fitting t-shirt that gets softer with each wash. This makes everything so totally worth it.