I wonder what my killer will be texting when they run my ass over. It better be at least OMGWTF worthy.
I wonder what my killer will be texting when they run my ass over. It better be at least OMGWTF worthy.
As I was leaving Wendy’s for lunch yesterday, a young woman was sitting, Indian style, just outside the door. She was on her cell having a loud, uncomfortable, bitch-out session with her boyfriend. What the hell is wrong with people? And you just know her and the douche on the other end of the phone…
I got a couple of weird phone calls this morning. First, a woman called looking for Famous Dave’s. Ten minutes later, a man called, also looking for Famous Dave’s. I told both they had the wrong number. Then, I get a call from the dude’s number again. I was sitting at the DMV by this…