I WISH YOU WOULDN’T SMOKE AROUND ME.
I WISH YOU HAD THE BALLS TO JUST ASK ME NOT TO SMOKE INSTEAD OF DOING THAT PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE “I WISH” SHIT. SO IT LOOKS LIKE WE’RE BOTH JUST A COUPLE OF WISHFUL FOOLS WAITING FOR THE BUS, HUH? SPEAKING OF, I BET WE’RE BOTH WISHING THE BUS WOULD COME, TOO. MAN OH MAN, LOOK AT THAT! NOTHING. IT’S LIKE NOBODY GETS WHAT THEY WISH FOR THESE DAYS. YOU PRICK. YOU LITTLE TURD. I HATE YOU.
… WOW. OKAY. LET ME REPHRASE THAT: COULD YOU PLEASE STOP SMOKING AROUND ME?
NOT A CHANCE. THIS IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME POLITE. I’M A HUGE ASSHOLE WHEN I CAN’T HAVE A CIGARETTE IN THE MORNING.
I can relate.
haaaahahaha
in the coal of your bedsheets , i felt your breathe, and i was fine
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