Miss Me With The Bulls%#!

My frustration goes beyond the damage of my brand new car. I would be a real asshole if that was the root of my frustration. I could care less about the car-it’s fixable right? I’m not going to moan and groan about a damaged vehicle when there are mothers and fathers walking in the cold […]

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Don’t Ask Me About A Baby

I remember being in the sixth grade and one of my classmates became pregnant. Everyone talked about it. We all knew she had a ninth grade boyfriend. There were a few sixth grade girls that would skip school to spend the day with their high school boyfriends. Fast forward to high school, there were a […]

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