zookeeper roommate texts asking if it’s ok for her to bring the massive seal by the apartment for a few hours. he smells like fish and is a slob so i say try to say no big seal but my phone autocorrects to no big deal. don’t notice until it’s too late. the fucking seal is coming.
[driving]
my astigmatism shows me the light of angels in every street lamp and headlight.
*sees your red brake lights ahead of me* but the Devil remains nearby,
*starts to speed up* I am the Sword of God
That the French were able to lock down "maids", "braids", and "kissing" tells you they were some legendary freakers. Not really sure how the toast fits in though