My 25th high school reunion was not a bit throw-uppy. Also, as it turns out, I’m a party animal.
And by throw-uppy, I’m talking about that awful dread we typically experience at the mere thought of attending these kinds of things, the kind that
And by throw-uppy, I’m talking about that awful dread we typically experience at the mere thought of attending these kinds of things, the kind that
Remember when I was going to go all blogstar on you and show some initiative by writing an ongoing series called Stuff I Love? Where