Ouch.
Monday, it’s a glimpse of the Eleanor we all know and love (?). Hope you have a swell weekend!
GROOVY, KINDA
Love is Funny Like That
Ouch.
Monday, it’s a glimpse of the Eleanor we all know and love (?). Hope you have a swell weekend!
Because analogies just hate being forced.
OH MAN!!! While I realize that unlike the Goth tarts, Stefanie’s response was based on pure innocence and naivety about the concept of parents, OUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!!! D:
I hope she meant meet his parents and not…
Although first date is too early for both
This is not the first time Stephanie’s inadvertently said the wrong thing.
But that case seemed very, very different to me.
What’s in that oddly shaped box on the porch? Is it a pudding compost bin?
Yes. That’s where the pudding goes when it turns bad. There are not, nor has there ever been any human body parts stored in that box, so just ignore the rumors and the raccoons who won’t leave it alone at night. They just like pudding, okay?