Emily Ghouuuuuld, still riding the fameboard on the knarly wave called “used to work at Gawker”, is caught between her mind saying “look over there” cuz feelings are like, dumb, but her heart will WEEP, just cry and cry, do you hear…Mr. T rocketships pineapple Fanta Big League Chew. And…release. There. After a cleansing cry […]...
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