Drink it, the bartender says. It's yours, you deserve it. It's already been paid for. Somebody's paid for it already. There's no mistake, he says. It's your drink, the one you asked for, just the way you like it.
Someone had a party while you were sleeping but you weren't really sleeping, you were sick, and parts of you were burning, and you couldn't move. Perhaps the party was in your honor. You can't remember.
I can kill 42 minutes on an elliptical toggling between Beethoven’s 15th Quartet in A Minor and the most gut-wrenching, sob til you pass out Celtic ballads. No— not commendable- Only massively depraved, deeply appalling, etc
my professor really sent us drone footage of his icy, snowed-in driveway and farm house so as to prove why he cancelled class... ...... I believe you, sir!! I’m good if you’re good!! I didn’t want to go either!!
Extremely THRILLED to announce that for the first time in many, many months, every roommate in the house has ✨groceries✨ Please respect our privacy at this time.