I’m a piece of shit. PGP.
I still get confused over which direction to go out of the elevator. PGP.
Calling “dibs” on the Master bedroom of the condo when traveling with your manager. PGPM.
Pants comin’ off, on a Tuesday. Box of wine and a Redbox Movie. PGP.
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She even adds in the coin sounds. This is flat out impressive. Doesn’t miss a beat.
Man, it was pretty messed up how they treated some of the animals.
I’m a little too hyped up about the new headlights I bought for my car. PGP.
