Just when I think to myself, “well, at least nothing else can go wrong”, something else bursts into flames. Like, I shouldn’t do anything until I talk to an attorney kind of terrible. Literally.
I’m going to leave work, get enough beer to drink continuously and not sober up until Tuesday, get a giant-ass Chipotle burrito, go home and eat said burrito, get outragously drunk, and fuck my significant other until I pass out. Maybe I’ll squeeze some Icewind Dale II or Downton Abbey in there.
Seriously, fuck everything.
Who did your teeth?YOU USED TO HAVE A GAP TOO, YOU FAT FUCK, DON’T DENY.
My New Years Resolution is to start saving up to get my teeth did, because I look like a gap-toothed beaver.