I would like at least one gallon of Estee Lauder Modern Muse perfume, please. It smells like being wrapped up in a soft blanket.
Sometimes I think of my cats as model years. Like my oldest cat, Shadow, she’s a 1998 model. I’ve got a couple of 2004 models. Then I’ve got, I think, a 2009 luxury and a 2011 sport.
This is what they were building cats like back in 1998.
That has a fish that once you make eye contact, they immediately start looking for food?
I literally need to cover Morph’s tank, it gets so bad
the boys in my divided 10 do this. I don’t even have to make eye contact. THose little shits see me move at ALL they’re both up front begging for food and dance and wiggle till I come over to the tank.
My clownfish does this when I walk up to the tank. She’s a hog. But I don’t fall for it, lest I get algae problems. She’s also a camera hog when she sees the lens up to the tank.
Are people really still interested in the straight white cis romance set in the city story line? How many times can we eat the same story?