“I’m not Chachi, motherfucker.”
The keys to successful steamed crabs were obviously going to include NOT getting pregnant, losing a finger, or using the wrong spice blend.
Look, I’m not much of an animal person. Or a people person.
Here are my resluts. I mean results.
“Don’t be postin’ nothin’ up on my wall.
Stay off my facebook, And don’t be tagging me in nothin’ at all.”
Did you think I was going to rent a cottage on an island for the whole long, hot summer to write my novel and then NOT have any boyfriends?
Because they’re hot baseball players from Harvard who are funny. Duh.
Kristen Wiig as drunk Cinderella? Oh hell yes.
Crabbing is not for pussies, people.
I immediately noticed that the kayak was upside down and my head was in the Chesapeake Bay.
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