It’s the signs you can’t see and the signs that people will never be aware of.
Question is: Which dish to go out on?
I had a birthday cake this year. A big, creamy, sugary, chocolate cake.
I really have gained the equivalent weight of a small human in the past year.
Bopping, bouncing and big fish -ing my way to liberation, completely starkers.
I just wanted the diary that had the effin’ pigeons on.
Though I can practically see the inside of your butt cheeks in such attire, you at least have the balls to do it and hey, kudos to you and your butt.