“What did your mother pack for your lunch today, Timmy?”
“Heady grilled cheese, soy milk, and a fronted sheet of blotter to sell at recess.”
…
“Go to the principal’s office.”
“Pssh. That custie bitch?”
“Now!”
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
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Why the hell are all of you so skinny?
“It’s the past.”
Ah, right.
(Also: both the women behind the table went to Big-Dicked Sheila’s Hair Salon for Rock Stars and Their Ilk, and Sheila took care of them herself, and Sheila fucking killed it. If those hairdos were on a flag, I would salute it.)
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