I need to implant a microphone in my heart because I think it’s trying to say something to me. Like maybe it’s trying to say, let
Tag: single
I wanna love something…anything…like Michael Jackson loved his monkey.
I have kids and I can handle boo-boos and potty training and questions about sex and masturbating, grades, friends, hygiene, and early girlfriends. But what
You know, doggo, the cats never do this to me.
Scottie: Why does Monkey smell like meat? Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about, doggo. Scottie: YOU GAVE HER MEAT IN THE KITCHEN, didn’t