I’m fart and I’m smunny and I’m a prize
”Every February 13th, my lady friends and I leave our husbands and our boyfriends at home, and we just come and kick it breakfast style. Ladies celebrating ladies. It’s like Lilith Fair, minus the angst. Plus frittatas.”
I can’t wait three more months. God, I just hate the feeling of not being married to you.
Are you posing? I don’t have a photographer with me