WHERE HE CAME FROMEVERY “MY BAD”
EVERY “MY BAD”
HAD TO GO SOMEWHERE.
You bought the top. Texted your ex. Opened one more tab at 3 a.m. Those decisions didn't disappear. They became Blundro.
He's a crumpled little collection of everything you probably shouldn't have done. Give him your mistakes. He'll make them everyone's problem.
FEED YOURS A BAD IDEA ↗


