
Your kidneys and liver just rejoiced at a sentence that ended in spoiling yourself from time to time without being preceded by forty proof and an ankle monitor.

Thought you missed those for a court date. My first, anyway. It’s fine. I have taken hundreds of thousands since.
Sorry honey! I got busy adding a shot of absolut to my coke what was that?

S.o° true and imp.o°rtant, t.o° drink cherry culla

I hope all the ice melts in your glass, either masking the presence of tiny finely compacted glass shards, or really, REALLY watering your drink down. By like a lot. A lot a lot. Your breath is also smelly and your hair is off-kilter somewhat.
That reminds me, when do you want to fix your split ends dear? I can get in contact with a stylist today if you're ready!

MOM. I can cut my own hair! I am not some cluelessly inept little thumbsuck. If you would atop habitually confiscating and hiding every object sharper than silk sequin pillows, my split ends would be gone already.

But it falls to me. Like everything does.

