“Until cancer, you care about a lot of bullshit that doesn’t really matter.” — A. S. King Copy Share Image
“Who made you eat bitch for lunch? Who poured you a tall bitch beer float? Who sprinkled bacon bitch on your salad?” — A. S. King Copy Share Image
“Ready for the big Day of Tolerance?" she asks. "Are you kidding?" I ask. "I'd rather poke my eyes out with dull forks. But… — A. S. King Copy Share Image
