Hypothesis: if women are worse at parking, it’s only because they’ve been lied to about what eight inches is their entire lives
Sometimes i pick the grass from my neighbors yerd and put it in my own so i? the grass greener oh the other side? No anymore
My dad just came down to my room with my phone bill in his hand yelling “HOW IS THIS SO EXPENSIVE?! YOU DON’T HAVE FRIENDS!!”
THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! it’s a hammer, you call yourselves carpenters??? I asked for a drill how am I supposed to get this screw out
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?