The holidays are a wonderful time to feel morally superior to those less fortunate.
Dating is hard. Lying is easy.
The fair comes one week a year for most of us. This week ain’t it.
Fall is a time for letting go, and I’m doing just that.
I am all that I am made of.
I have found the perfect person for me!
Friday night and I’m lonesome. Again.
Yes, this is about me. No, I don’t really live on Wilton Street. And no, I won’t cast a spell for you. Oh, you’ll pay me? In that case……
I’ve had about enough of you people who think we should all be positive no matter what.
Banana pudding is creamy and sweet, just like this bullshit artist was.