I want to tell a story. When I was in like 3rd grade, I went with my mom while she dropped some drugs off (yes, she was). Anyways. She left me in the car. This guys comes out to “watch” me and it’s just me and him. He looks over and asks. “You don’t know what a haiku is, do you?”
When my grandma died, she set her husband up with her best friend as a parting gift. She's now buried on one side of him, with her best friend on the other. 40 years later, my family is suing each other to dig up her corpse and move it because 'there's no threesomes in heaven'