after a night on the lash, nothing but nothing beats chips….(you can keep the donor, although I might steal your chille sauce)
I think we are hard weird for a type, I found myself staring at a girl on the bus the other week, she was really pretty (huge rack, don’t hate me, i mean, the eye goes there, right?) and I was thinking exactly the same thing, how come out of all the people I thought she was good looking, and it must be some internal thing.
humans are weird, oh, And I’d swipe on a vegan…how are you supposed to enjoy an egg sarnie the morning after?!?