Except it’s fleece wasn’t white as snow. And no, she can’t keep it. The end.
Found this today. It’s like stumbling across an old 8-track tape in the back of your glove box.
Union negotiations dictate that they are required to participate in twice-yearly cute breaks (to break up the monotony of the emotional and physical torture they inflict the other 99% of the year). Unfortunately, it is only January, so I now only have one left for the rest of this year.
Okay, so lets be honest here. Who, in their right mind walks away from the November/December months riding on a blissful holiday high? That’s right. No one. I don’t care what kind of pious or abstinent life you lead, there is no way you can honestly look back at the previous [...]