The Things We Do For Love

Like shutting our gaping cake holes

Reagan sucks, like, really hard. But I’ll keep it to a thought bubble

My sailor was home on leave when Ronald Reagan was shot in March 1981. We were sitting in the living room with my dad when a breaking news bulletin interrupted our regularly scheduled program. Which, back in the day, meant some serious shit was going down, not that a Kardashian broke a nail.