Okay ladies of Toronto, we get it - you’re edgy.
Can you let that chunk of shaved hair on one side of your head grow back in now?

Can you let that chunk of shaved hair on one side of your head grow back in now?
I didn’t click on it, though, because I assume the body of the article would simply read, “All of them.”
People who drive convertibles and park them with the top still down are basically saying that they are so rich, they don’t care if their car is stolen. Do you think they are also so rich that they don’t care if their car gets spit in?
you aren’t doing summer right. Try harder.
I can’t really make fun of this (I know - what?!) because of the sheer number of times I’ve wished I could marry my bed. The bed never gets mad when I fall onto it wasted drunk, plus it doesn’t talk back. Right guys? That being said, this is deeply upsetting to me, mostly because of how much thought I’ve put into this article. I have to wonder who agreed married this “couple”? How did she(?) sign her name on the marriage license? Who walked her down the aisle? I have so many questions, and I’m angry that this is taking up valuable space in my brain. Thanks again, internet.
I don’t mind having one. I don’t even mind losing one. I only mind if you don’t know how to make one.
because you are immediately revealing that you do not read my blog. And you should be ashamed. I feel sorry for you.
“I just don’t think there is anything more important than being aware of what people are saying about you, especially when you don’t know them personally”
I can think of a lot of things more important than that. Namely, everything.
Well, that certainly sounds like fun.