Sunday, September 30, 2012

This Better Not Become A Thing

Okay, for two weekends in a row, I've had to clean up a drunk person's puke. I'm just saying, this better not become a thing. That is not okay. Whatever unconscious signal I gave out that said I was okay with this, I'm retracting it right now. IT IS NO LONGER OKAY.
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