My first sponsored post. I am going to go wait by the mailbox for that big, fat check.
Let’s all celebrate with a nice, toasty glass of Ragu sauce today! Taste that delicious sodium!
Holy braided back hair. Where do you find this shit.
You’ve forced me to sit on the knife’s edge of depression and giggles.
Which side did you end up on?
I’ve still never found one.
Are you still waiting? There might be something for you in the mailbox, but I kind of doubt it will be a cheque.
Another fucking summons. Sigh.
I’m not emotionally strong so a soft guitar riff is all that is required to make me do whatever you want. How do advertisers keep knowing that?
Wait till you see the next commercial. It contains soft guitar riffs AND a baby. You are well and truly fucked.
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