***DISCLAIMER***

⚠️ Warning: This Garden Has Thorns

Yes, we have an adult content warning.
No, we are not promoting porn.

We cuss. We carry on. We say things like “fuck this plant” and “why are my tomatoes judging me?” If that offends you, we deeply respect your right to be offended—but also, maybe go water something else.

We’re just playing it safe, because apparently we have to pretend that today’s kids don’t already know what “f*** you” means, or that “bitch” isn’t just a term of endearment between millennials who need therapy.

Honestly, some of the things these hoodlums say make my 43-year-old ass blush.

So welcome. Wipe your feet. Bring your sass. Let’s dig in.

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