How in the fuck am I going to see 9 kids in eight hours when the first is on the other side of town, the second is 45 minutes away from the first (and three minutes from my house), and the other seven are across the street from the first?
Oh fuckin' hell. Can it just be 6pm now... and me pulling in the fucking driveway with some palak paneer and chicken biriyani?
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
Just realize that you're armed with smart but heavily outnumbered.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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