I spent a very relaxing day giving zero fucks about shopping and went out to pick up a pizza for dinner and stepped in a pile of vomit in the parking lot (more like slid through it). Gagged as I held my sneaker out the window and drove home. Hate fucking black friday...

I have a furniture/drug association and picture people who own glass tables snorting lines of coke off of them. Folks like me who have a big ol farm table are more pass the doobie kind...

I have 2 teenagers and a tween going through puberty. I’d take a sullen one over eye rolls and stabby looks. Having photos taken of you by paparazzi must be super fun for kids of celebrities/sarcasm.

We live in an *old* suburban development outside Philly. Kids have biked to school since kindergarten (I ride along when they were little) and now they bike or walk 1.5 miles each way daily. Biking is faster than driving.