Word.
Samantha: This is real.
Me: Of course it’s real. Why wouldn’t Jeremy Sisto have a singing clown alter ego?
Happymess.
Word.
The belly grows.
Word.
Even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with this honey.
14 weeks.
Truth went trendy.
Cholby and I reenacting Dearest through picture messages. He is obviously Joan, I am not one of his fans.
Like retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun.
