There’s that twisted mind again.
God, you’re good.
Prime, grade A lemonade.
(*stands in the corner still clutching her own lemons, frozen*)
Thank you for bringing light to the darkness. ☺
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.
