the 31st year.
Parent a sweet little boy. Love & annoy the shit out of a husband. Drug my anxiety. Work for a living. Swear like a sailor. Dream for days on end.
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You thought there was no such thing, right? Oh, no. There is. Mac is sugar high as hell. I’m dying. Send vegetables and lentils, stat.
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donkeysalright said:
I’ll bring the lentils.
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