Can I get a fist pump and a hell yeah???
Okay, all my warm fuzzy lit’l fist pumpers out there. Head outta’ the clouds. Feet on the ground. This is life “embracing” YOU.
And by “embracing” I mean making your corneas bleed, your nasal cavity burn and your head explode.
Here’s a “gorgeous mess” and it smells a lit’l fishy – NET!
And you know they all went out like this saying, “Guuuurrrrllll. We look goooood. We look damn gooooood.”
Yeah, NO.
And here’s this guy.. “Embracing his individuality, loving what he loves” – apparently his fucking cat – and “not worrying about judgement.”
Hands up if you think the pussy he’s holding is the only pussy he’ll ever get.
Ignore the wedding band. It’s a front.
After this guy is all done embracing his “uncertainty,” I have the title for his “most beautiful” next chapter.

I think the devil may have won this round…
Happy Wednesday folks, and Happy A to Z’ing for those who are in it to win it!