On Tuesdays and Thursdays, my boyfriend and I hardly see each other, so when one of us takes a lunch break or something at the apartment, we basically just see traces of the other person. It’s like The Lake House, except instead of letters, I leave empty boxes of Popeyes.
It’s like Pride and Prejudice, except we still hate each other in the end.
Panty Grenade- a dirty underwear rolled into a tight ball. Specifically, it’s thrown from the bathroom as one hops into the shower.