FROM SINFUL CHOICES, duh.

Yeah, so sad that you don’t have more friends in the “trying to crap on women’s rights” club. Boohoo.

Agreed. That camp deserves to burn

I didn’t fuck with Delilah until I moved to NYC and now I fully associate her with late-night fruit and vegetable shopping and I’m so into it. Everyone should know the surreal pleasure of browsing battered tomatoes at 10pm under fluorescent lights while listening to Delilah talk about feelings.