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.
Sorry, feeling mean in my writing today.
Everybody's sick, you're in pain. Anger is ok.
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