Not fucking funny, universe.
Sunday night cocktails: White Cranberry + Gin with Basil.
Murray brought me dinner and I said “Wowzers” and then we both said “Schnauzers” at the same time and to be honest that was both the high and low point of my day.
how to get the girl, the scott summers way:
cut her a piece of cake with your fucking eyes, just glare at a cake until she loves you