So this too was said about me. The guys were in their early twenties at best. Kissing in the bathroom. I swear I did not do anything to provoke this, just passing by. Unsuspecting victim of non-believers in my credo: if you don’t have anything nice to say, shut the f*ck up.
Feeling like throwing a fit? Fine, just don’t throw it by text. It will later be there for me to read repeatedly and wonder how hysteric you can be.
Miss Flori is: tidy, very, but very talkative, and simple. But I suspect she hates cables and wires. The thing she does to them! So, quickly, hide all your sh!t she can make together into a confused mass, here comes Miss Flori and her fierce-full vacuum cleaner. Oh, wait, too late, the vacuum cleaner has cable or two. Sh!t!
I’m writing this on a minute keyboard. It makes writing very painful. But there is no other connection for me to rant on. For some reason it’s a free day slash national slash populist celebration. God forbid anything fails you now, you are then officially fucked. The vet is celebrating 1st of May. So is the cable guy and the internet guys. Yes, I might have an internet addiction, but so far it’s been harmless.
Only now I am also hungry. The fridge was empty and so was my account too, thanks heavens for credit cards. So now I am drinking a dry white Castel Starmina. Not adviseable on an empty stomach, nor on a short temper. Nevertheless, I am a stilish bum, I challange you to state any different.
One last advice. Stay away from a controversy with me. I will orally sweep the floors with you when I’m like this.
Cheers and happy 1st of May to you too!
People, start washing your hands, when you’re done with your toilet business. Man, you’re gross. Modern apes! Thinking your dick is the cleanest, the best thing… is the epitome of self-centered consumer culture that will lead to human destruction. Flash news, I don’t want anything to do with your dick.
I broke a glass, he broke a six feet tall mirror. Then he spilled a glass of red wine on my white covers and couch. What should I do?
I have been recommended Sedatif PC by Lab Boiron. By a pharmacist I have never met, following a brief exchange of messages after another long pause in an otherwise platonic and lengthy online “relationship” (”conversation”?). I don’t know if I should be amused, amazed or outraged.
I might as well be in denial, but I am not medicating over the counter. That is if I have a choice.
Of, the tricks of unsolicited advice!
I know, and accept! we cannot eradicate stupidity. But can we please make it illegal?
So what’s up with the 30 ron cover no drinks included and old tickets printed for a nominal value of 10 ron?
Stay inside where it’s chilly or go outside where it’s sneezy?
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