Well, the good news is I found dad but, uh, I don’t think he’s coming home.
If you think this is another black-apologist retard writing an essay on why racism is bad, you couldn’t be more wrong.
5 AM passed and the night bade its farewell with an embarrassed whisper. MORE»
I often find myself needing a quick overview of the painful, shameful, and agonizingly long death of my mother. MORE»
We all hate douchebags, but you have to admit, picking up a European from scratch at a noisy club must be fucking difficult.