the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
so my best friend sent me this song that Tyra Banks made herself for a dystopian young adult book she wrote over a decade ago and i'm being so serious i think she officially made the worst song of all time
trebuchet seemed like a good investment at first so i got one for what I thought was a great price but guess what, turns out it only can launch boulders from the same company that sold me the trebuchet because of some proprietary bs and it’s a monthly boulder subscription service