“Elle, there’s a man here who wants to talk to you.” Elle put down her Fabian pencil set and leaned back in her chair to look at the door. Uncle Albert was just outside the
Ok. Here’s what happened. No, I don’t want a drink of water thanks. I’m trying to just think back through the morning’s events. Okay, right. I was pissed because I woke up and I saw
I have a confession to make, and it’s not cool: I can’t get it up. I discovered this last Saturday when I finally got Cindy Chatsworth to go on a date. We’d been chatting
Ye ye ye. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. You got this yeezy – you on fleek – you best – you god. Pray for Paris – pray for the parents. Ye.