I really wish my dad hadn’t pointed out how “funny” my dessert looked, because I wasn’t able to eat this without thinking about fellating the chocolate-covered banana. I actually ended up cutting it with a fork out of embarrassment.
Also, I ordered the “black cod” as an entree. You better believe I pronounced that several times in my head before saying it out loud. Rough night.
The Only Winners You Care About.
WE MADE IT.
3 pairs of lashes. No one copy me, okay?
I LOVE MY DEAD GAY SON.
well, I have to reblog this. And, hey have I mentioned this lately?
Don’t judge me. (Taken with instagram)
I HAVE NO IDEA WHY BUT THIS GETS ME EVERY TIME.
I enjoyed this. It’s specific.
My chair feels lumpy.