This is how I see the world. How bitchy would it be if I just posted this on their walls?
Some children, like discipline, never received enough red pen growing up.
And you wonder why the economy is in the tubes.
(Note: Roommate, in this dialogue; still a bit drunk from last night.)
Me: I just need you to sign this lease agreement form. I’m turning it all into our landlady today.
Roommate: Okay… uhh, I don’t really have a signature…
Me: That looks pretty good. I’ll just let her know we had to find you one short-notice.
Roommate: Okay. Good. Good.
Me: I didn’t know you were left handed.
Roommate: Yes, yes I am.
Me: Yeah, me too.
Roommate: Really?
Me: Yeah, man, for realsies.
Roommate: Wow, Daniel. Shoot. We should party.
allandonly: Finally.
I’ve been waiting for this foooorever.
Tears of joy, I’m telling you.
catfaces: (via _____________)
You know a story isn’t going to end well when the word “night” is spelled “nite.”
FOR EXAMPLE
Say you have dinner at a “late nite” diner. And then the next morning it’s like a nuclear spill started in your stomach and shot a path down through your colon?
never a happy ending
