*Inhales. So, we all had and maybye are still having those moments as weak children, were we can't open the damn bottle. So after 5 brutal minutes of trying to open that bottle. As weaklings we go to our parents, sibillings, anyone that's basically stronger than our feeble bodys. So we go to them and ask for help, as the weaklings we are. And those nice creachers take the bottle, AND WITHOUT ANY STRUGGLE AT ALL, THEY OPEN THE DAMN THING. And I'm like, ARE YOU MOCKING ME RIGHT NOW? EXCUSE YOU, HOW DARE YOU!
When in reality they're just being nice and opening the bottle for you.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Random Rambles
De TodoMy random rambles and arguments with myself. Also slow updating. So ja. Enjoy.
