I was just in the grocery store, grabbing milk and cat food, and while I was pondering the merits of Purina Seafood Sensations versus Meow Mix, I realized that I was singing along with Taylor Swift.
"She wears short skirts, I wear tee shirts. She's cheer captain and I'm in the bleachers..."
Can someone please hold me down and perform a lobotomy without anesthesia, right fucking now?
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