Someone I know is doing almost the exact same thing! Only, their job is to drop to their knees, look up at the sky, shake their fists and scream, "Why God? Why?!!!!!"
Someone else's job is to make sure my mother doesn't put me in pink of yellow. I'll shuffle to the other side naked (I came out that way, so it isn't such a big deal) before I wear yellow.
11:18pm....shutup, no one wants to hear your whining. I think it's hilarious....along with the "I'm dying, please wear something slutty to my funeral" post a few weeks back.
This is definitely one of my best friends. Funny thing is, I almost sent it her because it's totally something we'd say to each other, then I saw the area code. Fantastic hahaha.
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