I hate it when bitches don't cooperate and turn sketch. I hate it when it rains when I'm leaving my apartment. I hate the cable going out. I hate trash in my car.
I hate being drunk and delirious, like I am right now in some strange house on some strange couch in Huntsville, Ala.
Thanks for the comment, which is delivered to my email. If you had not so callously made fun of me, I would not have remembered posting that. I'm proud of the grammar and punctuation being so pristine, despite the 17 beers I had prior to its posting.
Anyway, who the hell are you? Are you really a cat? Can cats type? Log onto the Internet? Purchase laptop computers? Holy hell if they can. Holy hell. Anyway, cat, open your eyes wider next time.
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I hate being drunk and delirious, like I am right now in some strange house on some strange couch in Huntsville, Ala.
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Anyway, who the hell are you? Are you really a cat? Can cats type? Log onto the Internet? Purchase laptop computers? Holy hell if they can. Holy hell. Anyway, cat, open your eyes wider next time.
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