Hey. You dropped and smashed your road beer in my store last night. Again. And this time you didn't even order anything. You just walked in, yelled "SWEDISH STYLE!" Then lost your beer, looked depressed, and left.
so i fell out of a tree on the ave last night. someone told me there was alcohol at the top. bastards.
i've hit rock bottom. Eating pringles and playing taylor swift on guitar in my underwear at 11am on a wedensday morning. Sober.
she wouldnt leave because they were playing One Direction. I'm dating a thirteen year old.
