This week’s my last week, yeah.
I’m 30, and I’m rocking retiring specials all week—30. I’ve got that pull-you-in look: a fat ass and blue eys, the kind you notice from a mile away. Anyway—this is for those of you who don’t know me yet, which, okay, you’re probably finding out right now.
If you’re in Augusta, Georgia, this is your window to catch me once more, then I’m done. Usually I don’t drag it out longer than this—so don’t overthink it.
