May 29th
1:51 PM
1:51 PM
Your Mom
“Mom, how many percocet would kill me?”
“Ask your father.”
“Mom, how many percocet would kill me?”
“Ask your father.”
Paid my kid’s rent. She came home. Couldn’t sublet it.
I electrocuted my high school physics class. (No one died.)
Want to neck? She said no. Told our friends. Burned.
Irish and redhead plus beach and no sunblock equals burned :(
Burn in progress: Trying to cancel my home security contract.
Standing under my father while he was drinking hot coffee
A passionate and heartfelt e-mail that was never replied.
Actual: Immigration lawyer
My child: “Helps people move to Philadelphia.”
Sometimes my feet are cold and the shower feels blazin’.