Sometimes it's best not to recount the horrors you've had to face. You guys don't expect me to tell you what happened after I spilled my drink on Mr. Grumpy's pants but I guess you all have the right to know.
The rest of the car ride was eerily quiet and not even the music could break the quietness as the rest of the songs that were playing in the speaker were Billie Elish's album.
I love Billie but there's something about the tune of her songs most times that's scary. Like all the good girls go to hell or the bad guy.
I mean why would she say good girls go to hell? Maybe I'll ask her now that I'm in Vegas.
Yes, people we've just arrived in Las Vegas and our limo was cruising into a top-notch elegant castle for this could not be called a house.
I was currently staring at t
