Just the other day I was saying to my mom that I really wanted to watch The Joy Luck Club since I haven’t seen it in a long time, then today I look to see what I need to read for my short stories class tomorrow and it’s “Two Kinds” a story from the book The Joy Luck Club. I really liked the story, I just wish I didn’t cry so easily.
- Anna: Oh good, you're alive.
- Me: Did you think I died?
- Anna: I saw a link that said a woman died after using a jackhammer for a sex toy, and I thought it was you.
- Me: -__-
No. Almost 2 years.
On the other hand, he’ll probably never get served again in the US.
Are you sure most Americans care enough about hockey to do that?
I’ve never had to use so much moisturizer in my life. My skin can’t take it.
I imagine it’d go something like this:
Sade: If they want to win this game they need to pull their heads out of their asses and stop playing like they’ve got Downs Syndrome.
Christine: Have they heard of Clearasil? Fellas’ got mad acne. Open your pores and your eyes, boys!
Sade [spotting an attractive athlete]: UNF. Walk a little slower for me, yeah, just like that. Fap fap fap.
that beer companies invested a little more of their time trying to woo me.
I think that’s what they try to do with low calorie beers.
I mean, I want to beat them at hockey today, but what is there to dislike about them, personally?
They’re so genial and even-tempered.
That’s exactly why I hate them.