February 2010
7 posts
Some of my friends are awful people.
But I love them so much anyway. Probably because of this fact, actually. Does that make me terrible?
I really hope you aren’t going to kiss me with a shovel. I wouldn’t...
– John.
Ask me anything. →
T-shirts.
Me: What are you up to?
Jake: Grocery shopping at Wal-Mart.
Me: Haha, classy.
Jake: And frugal.
Me: And socially irresponsible.
Jake: Forgive me, but you have no idea the strides I have to take to maintain my sushi budget.
Me: You're one classy-ass motherfucker.
Jake: Yes, and I'm incredibly well-endowed, I'm quite the catch...
Me: Combine that with your uniform, and BAM! Unstoppable.
Jake: I'm like a porn scene waiting to happen.
Ii don’tt thinkk Ii cann properlyy expresss myy disgustt att peoplee, particularlyy preteenss, whoo typee likee thiss.
Take a breath.
Take it slow. Nothing is on fire.