Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 3, 2024
I want my lunch like I want my women: Tasty, not too hefty, and won't give me diarrhea.
I want my lunch like I want my women: Tasty, not too hefty, and won't give me diarrhea.
It’s hard not to think that Swifties are secretly rooting for a divorce within seven years. Think of how incredibly mediocre that album will be.