Yesterday I was called, by three different people,
2. PUNK-ASS BITCH
3. A SEAHORSE
Thank you, mentally ill woman sitting outside the Masonic Temple building in Los Feliz, for number three. I walked past you twice and both times you yelled out that I'm a seahorse. THAT was a new one. I already had numbers one and two covered.
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What, no one called you sugartits?
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