All I have for you is one simple piece of conjecture upon which I am basing my argument that Chelsea Clinton is bad at B-jobs.
Kids continue to be kids, and parents continue to roast the shit out of them for it on Twitter, just like the good lord intended.
And the most important question is… who’s gonna clear that shit for us STAT if we die unexpectedly?
Unfortunately, you either know someone who fits in one or more of these categories, or you do YOURSELF.
Enjoy this time while it lasts, considering that the next few holidays are all about family togetherness, and there’s truly nothing more bone-chilling or spine-tingling than that!
No, super involved volunteer mom, I don’t want to work the damn concession stand Friday night. I want to stay home and talk to zero people.
I think of all the things my master ankle-biter will be able to sink his teeth into:
Kids gonna be kids, and life’s gonna be life, so at the very least, we can gather some laughs in the void wasteland that is living in 2020.›‹