It's over.
This lady was trying to sell me skittles today. I'll give you a little account of what happened. Me: Hello, I would like to buy one apple, please. Lady: Would you like a bag of skittles? Me: I would like to buy one apple, please. Lady: Are you sure you do not wish to reconsider? I hear the skittles are particularly good this time of year. Me: I would like to buy one apple, please. Lady: If you buy the skittles, I'll give you a free bag of skittles. (dissapears) Me: Where have you gone? I would like to buy an apple! WHERE HAVE YOU GONE? Lady2: She's behind you! Me: What? Where? Lady2: Behind you! After that I just got really smurfing pissed off with the both of them so I took the bag of skittles and began throwing the skittles at each of them. After half an hour of this continued activity, I left calling both Lady and Lady2 "Silly ladies". THE END.
Now it is time.
Settle down, children. It will soon be time.
No more canned air for you!
I've heard some good drunken flowerbed stories! And lawn stories. Oh stories. Stories stories stories. It took me like forever to write stories correctly. Even when I just wrote it there in the previous sentence. I keep stotries wtf UGH
Kristina
I worry about you, Kristina.
Anyone can play guitar.
It provided her with emotional support.
