F.A.F.

Do you ever go to your friend’s house on a Sunday to drink champagne, and then your parents call you (like they do every Sunday), and when you’re not really paying attention, your friend puts eyebrows on her dog, and then the dog comes out parading in her new brows, and you’re just like… trying not to lose your shit because your parents will probably think you’re drunk again (and maybe you kind of are)?

Yeah… neither do I.

And, yes, I’ve taken to writing lots of run-on sentences because that’s how I talk, so if you don’t like it, then GTFO.

-Bev