LADIES—
Picture this. It’s 5 years from now. You’re 2 sons are coming downstairs for the dinner you’ve been slaving over for hours. Your husband says a prayer to 8 lb 6 oz baby jesus. Your husband made $21.2 million dollars last year. Your husband is Ricky Bobby. Life is great.
All my friends are literal baddies. Like, they’re intimidating at first then you talk to them for 5 seconds and suddenly you’re like, wait, these bitches weird af. And that makes me happy.