This one’s a thinker. I could come right out and tell you what it means, but you’re better off figuring it out for yourself. It started out as a joke between and Mill and One crew, but I figured I’d put it out there for all to see.

There’s a lot ways to become an accessory after the fact without letting the actual murderer hide in your laundry room. And when you’re a single mother of four and the damm kids need new soccer cleats, you can’t really afford to take a cut on your commission. So you do what you have to […]

So this week’s #FuckinFriday #WritingPrompt comes from my earlier days in customer service. People would be coming through my line all day, treating me, a complete stranger, like absolute trash over the most middling of things. And it used to make me say…