Salt air
Happy August to those who celebrate!
And a happy five-year anniversary to this tweet.
I call bullshit because phones would have been ringing all over town. Because they knew Martina McBride’s music before I was ever born. And they maybe typed her name too, which obviously gives them ownership rights.
Just like the bakery MY friend owned, how they had to go on and on and on about how they went there FIRST. Jesus. I didn’t even mention when he sold the place — it was hilarious watching her cling to this absolute line of nonsense that it was hers. Honey, KEEP IT if it means that much to you. Unlike you, I was going to support my friend, not for Twitter fodder.
Anyway. I figured this week marks a milestone, so I should commiserate the anniversary, in case Hellsa still hasn’t let it go and needs someone to share it with.
Oh, what a valiant roar
What a bland goodbye
The coward claimed he was a lion
I’m combing through the braids of lies
“I’ll never leave” …
“Never mind”