GUESS WHAT WHOLE MILK BITCH HAS A LINE ON TICKETS FOR CATS: THE JELLICLE BALL
At least two and I can maybe get four if I beg on my knees and sell at least a few weeks of future ashley's time to the devil the fucking grind of helping with youth theater
I have decided that no one in GenX is allowed to use their powers until and unless they can be adequately explained in a Powerpoint.
If I'm going to spend forty minutes coaxing my sons from behind a refrigerator because the vacuum cleaner came to life and went on an unmanned rampage I'm owed something more than "I just make weird things happen."