at my grandma's funeral, my estranged dad showed up acting like he belonged there, hugged everyone, and i just stood there frozen. then my aunt turned to me and asked how i was holding up, and all i could think was how no one even acknowledged the thousand-ton elephant in the room.
yaar, matlab samjho na, jab se auntie ki taraf se wo party ki invitation aayi hai, woh cake kharidne ki baat karti hai lekin mujhe uske liye ghar ke baahar kachra bhi saaf karne ko keh rahi hain, yeh kaun sa logic hai bhai, samjha nahi.
erika kirk is just a grifting heartless fraud, using her husband's death to cash in with that phony sob story while pretending to be a victim herself! how much longer are we going to pretend she's not running a scam over at turning point usa?
erika kirk is just a grifting heartless fraud, using her husband's death to cash in with that phony sob story while pretending to be a victim herself! how much longer are we going to pretend she's not running a scam over at turning point usa?
so after spending an hour meticulously cleaning the kitchen to impress absolutely no one, i finally pulled out the fridge only to find a half-eaten tub of frosting hiding in the back like a dark secret and now i'm just sitting here questioning all my life choices while debating if frosting counts as dinner.