Sorry, feeling mean in my writing today.
October 16, 2022
Maybe a true story
A brunette bowling ball walked into Portillo’s wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, every thread of which was crying out in tensile pain. Her face was made up like a stripper working the Tuesday morning shift. You know she got ready, looked in the mirror and decided “I look hot”. You know there were tattoos.
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Everybody's sick, you're in pain. Anger is ok.
Is it okay that I laughed out loud.
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