Either get your mind right, or I swear by The Great State of Texas, and by all the cosmic powers at my command, I shall hereby curse thee, and banish thy soul to, "The Hell of Pushing Shopping Carts In a Walmart Parking Lot".
In Dubuque, Iowa.
In the winter.
Uphill. Both ways.
And each and every cart will have that one fucked up wheel, and it will be a different wheel on every single cart.
And one of your socks will have a hole in it that keeps snagging your pinky toe.
Now you know the stakes. So un-fag yourself.
Either get your mind right, or I swear by The Great State of Texas, and by all the cosmic powers at my command, I shall hereby curse thee, and banish thy soul to, "The Hell of Pushing Shopping Carts In a Walmart Parking Lot".
In Dubuque, Iowa.
In the winter.
Uphill. Both ways.
And each and every cart will have that one fucked up wheel, and it will be a different wheel on every single cart.
And one of your socks will have a hole in it that keeps snagging your pinky toe.
Now you know the stakes. So un-fag yourself.
Niggardly?
Niggardly?
Close enough. I shall allow this.
Close enough. I shall allow this.
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