The “Don’t ask, ‘What do you think...my bloomers?’” is particularly golden.
Here are the rules I’ve broken only this morning: - Saying “feel my muscle.” - Wearing loud-hued leggings jeggings (even...
don’t say, “feel my muscle.”
I’m gonna go buy some loud-hued leggings.
FEEL MY MUSCLE, EVERYONE
mistakes. Especially the church thing. I’m sorry, Father Garfield, I had no idea. In all fairness though, I was only...
you, my favorite flask wielding...lady. You know who you are.