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There is something depressing about eating toast in a dark living room by myself using a paper plate that says: "Let's Party!"
when I picked him up he smelled like cheeseburgers, had a bite mark around his left nipple and we think someone stabbed him in the forehead with a pencil... it was like the Hangover meets Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Don't worry about it. I've taken so much Plan B, my uterus is purely for show now.
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