“Why is this family famous?”
This is good stuff. I’m shocked at how good it actually is.
I know this is not going to be a popular opinion and maybe I am not thinking hard enough (or too hard, can’t decide) but I think the point of the song is that she is also pointing out how fucked up the baby fetish is.
Goddamn it, Miley. This song sounds good to me. Why couldn't the lyrics be literally anything else?
Similar story, similar outcome (except no sexy friend came through) to I created a burner account for this’s story.
You are not alone. I am now officially not even as cool as someone’s DAD. Yeesh.
This story coincidentally is one of the memories I am going to get EMDR for soon, so I can Men-in-Black that shit from my brain.
Ah thank you. I am lame/can’t even smoke pot correctly.
This was perfectly written. High five. And also, ah, what a guy, AMIRITE LADIES
So it is Christmas eve and I am sitting around the fire with my family. My parents’ house smells like mulled cider and is decorated in all its seasonal splendor. My phone rings and it is my on and off again ex-boyfriend! Things had ended badly with us and he wanted to reconcile! I was on could nine… Swoon!
I picture Allan’s to be 19th century blondes who are a part of the high society. I’m lucky in that I’ve never met one, and therefore this mental image has not yet been ruined.
Alan may not be the hero we want but he’s the hero we need.
Bonus, he was sympathetic about, or at least totally unfazed by, the hook-up with limp-dick Robert. That’s kind of impressive.
Right after my divorce was final, I traveled back home for Christmas. A few old friends found out that I was in town and wanted to meet up for dinner and drinks.
Yeah, the facial features do not look like a five-year-old’s drawing.
“You’ve got to practice your attitude......You’ve got to be cautious. Watch how you approach people, watch how they approach you.”
Bad news: donkey borne beer will probably explode upon opening. Better wine, or your premixed signature event cocktail.