my work got secret shopped the other day and in the review they left, it said i was possibly 35 and 5’8. should’ve just spit in my face and told me i was ugly right then and there
i will fight my culture. i’ll fight my religion. i’ll fight my heritage. Panettone is the worst fucking fruit cake to ever exist and i hate how common it is to just be like “yeah its the holidays have one.” shits tastes like dick custard mayonnaise