The only time I’ll ever eat pork is when it comes in these chubby fingered shaped sweet pork longanisa sausages. The only set back when eating longanisa is that your burps will have a stealth missle range of about 100 meters and will carry the stench of rotten sweet pork juice.
You see that? Why hold a pack of longanisa when your washer can do the job even better. Yes, that is a stacked laundry unit next to the washer. The washer in the stacked unit didn’t work so I had to get another washer that did work, but kept the stacked unit because the dryer still worked. It’s way ugly so I just imagine that I have a Voltron foot in my kitchen and it makes me feel better. Also, I slept on that pull out couch for 2 years because I refused to buy a bed for my loft. A bed wouldn’t able me to put a trampoline in my place:
Shout out to Eljay, Anne Lou and Anabel for the footage. I think that’s my other friend Gercy being all ninja creepy in the back. Cause inside out is wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wack.
