Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Don't you grin at me baby. I know what's been going on. Hell, you only left five empty buckets of KFC lying in the pool. I come home and find you dressing the cat up in a Simon and Garfunkel t-shirt. I swear to god baby...is that....is that burnt Jiffy Pop? AGAIN? My thunder if I go into the kitchen and see you've put the Jiffy Pop in the microwave again...goddammit. Get a job you hippie!