What do you mean, you need to “shower?”
On Friday night, Nora threw up. (Alllll over P.J.) And as we cleaned her- and the kitchen, and the tub, and ourselves- up, I wondered…was this what Friday night had become? Two consecutive Friday nights with undigested pasta, boiling hot faces, and people screaming every two hours…
This is the worst discotheque I’ve ever attended.
Saturday brought
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