Local doofus with masters degree gets second job to finance library fines.
What an American list of literary injustices.
I’m feeling anxious and unsettled so I impulse-bought some expensive yogurt to ease my troubled mind.
The mat I’m using for Jillian Michaels’ Yoga Meltdown isn’t sticky enough so it’s basically a slip-n-slide of Andrea sweat.
So, what I’m trying to say is: want to go out on a second date with me?