So, tomorrow we eat ham. Just like Jesus would want.
Well yes. You either cook your own food or die of heart failure from ordering food every day.
And is that a friend , or stalker that likes every comment you make?
I'm being circled by dozens of them. Am I about to die?
Yes. Why i get annoyed at those "men that cook are sexy" posts. What the fuck else are we supposed to do?
I can't even make jokes anymore. Everything is just depressing.
At this point I’m not planning for the future. I’m bracing for it.
They're really good. *slips you a thigh* I gotcha.
Only thighs I'm getting for New Year's, but I'll take it.
