Last night my family went to an ice cream parlor at closing time and were able to convince the owner to stay open late for them.
Ironically, at the same time my brother and I were across town knocking on the Sac Liquor (lol) Store’s door asking them to stay open late for us.
It seems like whenever there's an option to make a situation better, there's just an voice that says, "naw, let's actually see how bad I can fuck this thing up." And that's what happenes 90% of the time
Me- man my guts hurt this morning
Weston- yea I think it's this south Dakota air we've been breathing
Alex- I'm sure it's got nothing to do with the fact you guys each drank a case of beer last night?
Me- whatre the odds you just started looking for a new car and not a week later you get in a wreck?
Morgan- I know. It's like the universe was getting back at me for cheating on Priscilla(the car)