the show goes on

I lowkey (but rlly highkey) need affection right now

Story time: I went to boarding school and one day my dad sent me a letter and told me to open it in the dining hall so I was like ??? maybe he sent something for my friends too. So I take it to dinner and open it, and it turns out it’s a card. A record-your-voice card in which my dad recorded himself yelling at the top of his lungs about how my dog pooped on the carpet. And that is the story of how my dad sent me a Howler one day.

I’ll insult moms everywhere. Fight me Pam.

Fuck you, Barbara 

You want to do this now, Helen?

Oh it is on Brenda

Eight o clock after the PTA meeting, Joan

Don’t you bring my kids into this, Janet

I’m honestly not sure if this is a joke or if it’s actually from the book

“That’s the fuck doorbell.” If the book is like this, I’ll read it.

beautiful blog full of baby animals!

I just want attention and alcohol.