like paying taxes n shit?
worked in a bakery in a grocery store.....mind you that I was under 18 and I wasn’t supposed to use the heavy machinery......but....my boss didn’t care....
she would also get into loud arguments with the cake decorator....
I mean there’s no “us” in this...it’s allllll me...
shouldn't it be called a uterME?
and when women complain about their periods you could say “oh...is your uterYOU causing you grief?”...
my uterme is trying to kill me....
I’m coming up on my 5 year.....and I get a magazine I can pick something out of....but it’s all crap....except for the food processor.....I wants me that