How white girls dance when they see their black ex in the club
A senile cranky man abused me today and made me cry. He made a huge scene in the store because he had forgotten the password for his laptop and I’m not windows and I don’t live in his tiny brain so how the fuck could I have possibly known (but you can’t say it like that).
I swear I could go to the emergency department with a nail through my foot and the doctor would say “hmmm, is it possible the problem could be that you’re pregnant?”
Melbourne gets it. (at Degraves Street 3000)