Jess. I enjoy longs walks on the beach, warm blankets, and bathing in the tears of my Enemies.
I still don’t understand why political parties are called “parties”. like where is the beer? who wants to pop bottles? why isn’t barack playing pong with me? did Romney just roll a joint? nobody knows
my mom has been a cop for over 20 years and she is the one who constantly warns me about police aggression and young male cops and told me that if you’re ever alone on a rural road and a cop throws their lights on to put on your four ways and drive to the next gas station before stopping because so many cops are scum and it’s not worth the chance of getting hurt. the fact that SHE feels the need to tell me this shit scares me to death