If your loved ones were ever kidnapped and the perps demanded a ransom of like 500 contact lens-branded plastic pens, I could help. Just putting it out there.
You had me at « lemongrass hibiscus, » @eastboundbeer. I loved seeing all my cool running pals at the @runtobeer holiday party. What a lovely group of people. I am so happy to have spent another year getting to know… https://t.co/YphfNf6iP1
Happy three-month #GotchaDay to the world’s all-time fruit bat. She chose me as much as I chose her and I am so proud to be the one to make her feel safe. clove_tho, let’s go on adventures ❤️ #minpin#minpinstagram… https://t.co/zwvKqJmEBV
🎶 Hey there Delilah... a thousand miles seems pretty far but they've got planes and trains and cars 🎶
Guy That Just Waked 500 Miles and 500 More: they have what
« Run » is a generous word for the slip-shamble I did to get to this nitro sour from @BloodBrothersTO, but considering the three cool parties I attended last night I am proud to have gotten out of bed at all. Thanks… https://t.co/2ZaubvjQBU
Friends of mine are subtweeting each other and frankly it’s telling when someone only believes sex work is legitimate work until someone they want to vilify (for unrelated reasons) participates in it. You can’t have it both ways.
As far as bad choices go, I feel like “remember the time I was considering moving to Winnipeg for a man?” ranks higher than “remember the time I dated a raw vegan?” but, like, not by *that* much.