I'm very sorry about whatever the fuck her problem is.
Madness string 7685
My turnips listen for the soft cry of your love. My insides turn to celery as I unleash my warm and sticky cauliflower of love.
My big takeaway from the 'Editor's Picks' this year is that we now live in a city where you can go somewhere and pay a 'Bong Steward' to wipe off your bong for you. So that's where we are now. As a society.