Well, I got a week left. What can I say. You had your chance. But you blew it ‘cause you were being a bitch. Also, you weren’t very tall, which catered to my superiority complex in that I knew, given adequate circumstances, I could roll you up in a flour tortilla, smother you with kisses and green chili and shredded sharp cheddar cheese, and zap your ass in the microwave for 30-45 seconds, finishing you off with shredded iceberg, finely chopped tomatoes and onions, pre-sliced pitted black olives, and dolloped with copious amounts of guacamole and envy.
But you were being a bitch.
Also, which one of you put a “Used Clio for Sale” ad in the paper and put my home number on it? Leroy, was that you? If it was, I’ll fu*king kill you.
Germanic style.
Uuuuuuu.
But you were being a bitch.
Also, which one of you put a “Used Clio for Sale” ad in the paper and put my home number on it? Leroy, was that you? If it was, I’ll fu*king kill you.
Germanic style.
Uuuuuuu.
