Don’t you dare.
I swear to God.
See what happened?
Tell me about it.
Run along, now.
Are you kidding me?
Can you? It’s may you.
Think for a goddamn minute.
I told you so.
Oh honey. I love you to the moon and back.
No way in hell.
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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