Traumatic memory unlocked! One time in second grade at recess I had to stand against the wall for crimes I did not commit (already pissed) and then some bitch brought her stupid baby alive doll that pisses for real and squirted it at me, and I wasn't allowed to get away from that
I love having a job that requires earplugs. Now when people talk to me I can pretend I didn't hear them the first time instead of admitting that I was fully zoned out
I'll really pull up with a Hotbox Pizza car topper, get out wearing my Hotbox Pizza shirt, and some bitch still has the audacity to ask me, "Are you Domino's?"