Friday, October 1, 2010

like a fucking beacon in the night

i have no food in my apartment.

i have resorted to desperate measures.

i'm not going to tell you what they are.

OH MY GOD I HAVE LEFTOVER SWEET TEA FROM JIMMY JOHNS

THE DAY IS SAVED

1 comment:

  1. desperate measures =

    mawr.

    Mawr.

    MAwr.

    MAWr.

    MAWR.

    MAWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..


    MRAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

    MRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAWR


    and so on.

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