I walk in to see her roommate half naked on their stripper pole. I knew I was home.
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
I've never heard "I will drown your mother in vanilla pudding" as an insult before, and then last night happened.
Doesn't matter if you work at a funeral home. If the boss says get a keg, you get a keg.