You know you’ve just had lunch with a narcissist when your neck is stiff from nodding.
Hey Young Girls, when a first date suggests you two go to “your place”, take him to Target.
The cancelled marathon runners should seriously run through the boroughs with supplies. I said it earlier as a joke, now I say it for real.
My midwife just sat me down and gently broke the news that I am simply plump and she has no reason to be here.