Everybody give it up for your mama — the weekend belongs to her.
I guess being Twitterpated is linked to Springtime because that’s when all the forest animals go to Cancun on Spring Break and get drunk and take off their shirts and do body shots on each other.
I tend to not think of myself as someone who goes gaga for saccharine displays of affection, but I think if I came home to one of these giant gummies, I’d be pretty smitten.
Why would he even want to hold my hand? To me, casual dating means no hand-holding and no talking about beach trips. Where is the rule book on this?