Hey kids! My gorgeous pal Steph and I are giving up meat for the month of May, all in the name of raising sweet benjamins for the Red Cross. If you’ve ever drooled at the smell of bacon, or smashed a late-night double cheeseburger, donate some of your dollars and make this experience worth my while.
Alternatively, donate money solely out of appreciation for our team name, The Hot Beef Rejection.
Neesee is made of Jazz, spice, and depression. With a dash of naptime.
wow
Hanna is made of oranges, bad luck, and depression. With a dash of hentai.
Hot.
ShadowCatJen is made of webcomics, wolves, and happiness. With a dash of Van Gogh.
In a very very strange way … this makes perfect sense.
cris is made of honey, kitty cats, and volcanoes. With a dash of gambling.
ACCURATE
“neaira is made of Disco, movies, and apathy. With a dash of Muppets”
This thing got me faster than 4 months with my therapist.
Igor is made of fried food, spice, and forgetfulness. With a dash of Holmes.
Alright, this is just creepy.
Barbeauxbot is made of kitty cats, curry, and automobiles. With a dash of radiation.
Good Lord with all the medical stuff I’ve had to do the radiation part is definitely true.
partysoft is made of Classical, sapphires, and desperation. With a dash of the South.
lol oh
desliz is made of enemies, pencils, and genius. With a dash of Pixar.
It was all good until Pixar, which just makes no sense
Kimberley is made of Indie, pearls, and neon. With a dash of the North.
This is terrifyingly accurate.
Gotta brave the weather to get to the drive-thru bottleshop at the Parkview before midnight so I can drink kalimotxo before 1pm tomorrow.
The line between an inner-north Melbourne hipster jag and a high-functioning alcoholic is often tenuous at best.
I AM GOING TO SPLENDOUR IN THE GRASS SUCK IT EVERYONE
Me: So, my dad’s going to start volunteering at The Liberator.
John: What? The lesbian bar on Brunswick St???
