Going to Pieces
I was addicted, but how I became addicted wasn’t all that puzzling.
I was addicted, but how I became addicted wasn’t all that puzzling.
You know Thanksgiving will be different this year when you can’t find a fresh turkey that weighs less than 15 pounds, and you’re only cooking for two.
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THERAPIST: What’s upsetting you? WIFE: He’s always using common phrases incorrectly. HUSBAND: Cry me a table, honey.
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