Damn Granny, out here cutting glass. I’m about to hang my Christmas stockings from those bad boys!
The “they don’t pay me enough for this shit” award goes to…
Not only do those look terrible, I feel like someone just threw up some alphabet soup on them. But if your body could talk, what would it say about you?
There is an alarming pattern of people breaking out of hospitals or psychiatric wards and heading straight to Walmart. Why is that? Someone else figure it out because if I try to understand it I’ll end up in a padded room myself.