Tomorrow, (after calling my own mother, of course, and telling her how dope she is) I think I should call the mothers of my idiot neighbors and ask them “Do you know what your sons are doing? They sit around, listen to terrible music, smoke weed all day and call their poor dog a faggot. And somehow they broke their own fucking window. Maybe you should come pick them up and straighten them out.”
My mac is running a new kitty and it’s a good feeling for us both.
shall i compare thee to a summer’s day?
hot as balls