You say potato, I say vodka.
Oh honey somebody got some flowers…or as I like to call them “poors people jewelry”
OK, Rule number 1: Unless you are served on a frosted glass, dont come within 4 feet of my lip
Hey, hey, hey. Come on! I know what guilt is. It’s one of those touchy-feely words that people throw around that don’t really mean anything. You know, like maternal or addiction.
Grace that blouse hurts like a hangover.