Damned testosterone. Bane of my existence and reason I spend hours every week trying to keep the she-beard at bay.
Smh.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
