my cousin called me to ask me how to make shrimp scampi pasta. i’m like you need white wine. she’s like “i don’t have wine but i think im gonna use casamigos” i just hung up the phone
In school I was shown this image. It was the white man killing all the buffalo to starve the Native Americans and force those who survived into reservations. Such cruelty was unimaginable to me.
It all makes sense now.
why she so scared of flopping? you used to walk around with a chicken wing necklace and unflattering pink lipgloss. what happened to that unwavering confidence
