Nov 29, 2018
Nov 22, 2018
Family. Bastards. We’re only fit to visit, what, once, twice a
year. And now here they are. Stinking up the place, messing up the
living room and shitting in your ear about their new job. Sorry
Karen, I don’t give a crap about Bobby’s honor roll, I have
potatoes to mash, you pig.
Feel the same? Well our guest...
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 7, 2018