The Ambien hangovers were getting worse, and investigating the kitchen mess each morning made me sick.
I felt my distended stomach fall the moment my eyes fixed on the bloody mass on the floor, and I whistled for Snowball through fur-caked teeth.
“Dessert” is spelled with two S’s because I want more S’s, like I want more dessert.
Wait, are we more likely to struggle with driving? lol
This might hurt their feelings…
Maybe ChatGPT is projecting :(