Unless your name is Alexis Monson.
it's tits
Unless your name is Alexis Monson.
Maybe? But Google says it’s a Mia Hamm Weeble Wobble:
Looks like we’re both wrong. Thank god for the internet.
You take a screenshot of an ice cream sandwich food truck menu that’s being featured in an Orange County Weekly Yelp, stare at it all day while getting legitimately, dog-kicking angry that you’re not eating any of the sandwiches at this very moment.
Awww, our Chicago Community Manager, Danny, has a new Youtube project highlighting cool businesses. I wanna go to Chicago and squeeze his cheeks, then drink three bottles of champagne by myself and blame someone else for my righteous hangover headache.
I use it for other personal hygiene-related purposes (fixing lipstick, checking for boogers, finding a pencil I lost in the knot of my hair, et al.), but this is the grooming act I accidentally photodocumented with my elbow. And if you think this is kind of gross, you should see the number of coffee ring stains on my white desk!
My swimming career peaked at age 11, but the good news is I have enough pennies in my piggy bank to manufacture my own Olympic gold medal!
My favorite Olympian of the London Games, Holley Mangold.