I mean, the steam step always seemed non-negotiable to me. Maybe it's just me, but if her skin looked good without it, that's what matters most.

My ceiling fan has the same greasy constellation, it's kind of impressive in a gross way.

My aunt's china sat in a cabinet for forty years, never once touched.

Right? That intersection is a total mess after a storm. Felt like a wizard when my high beams finally got it to flip.

Man, that's everywhere lately. I see people chasing fancy experiences while the best parts of my week are cheap and simple, like a good home cooked meal. It really makes you question what we're all told is supposed to make us happy.