Even the head of the elves needs a cold one on Christmas Eve.
I’m a mom, let me ramble. It’s all I have at the moment… Wait, there’s beer in the fridge.
My god, how long have we been in the bathroom at this point? We’re sure there’s a line… How embarrassing.
“Yeah, we’re nearly out a bread. What’s left is pretty much duck food.”
Finding humor during the tough times is essential to staying alive.
She’s there with you. This isn’t just a job, it’s a way of life; she’s single as fuck, too.
I gave thanks for boomboxes and the 80s…
This might get lost in translation. Perhaps it’s a “you had to be there” story. I’ll do my best, however.
My thoughts are elsewhere. My guard is down.
God forbid my gynecologist see my underwear!