So sorry, Blago, not a good day for you. That's a whole lotta guilty. Have fun in the pokey, bitch.
Don't text while walking through a crosswalk. More often than not, you will walk into me, and, rest assured, I see you and choose not to move. Or, worse, you will amble along at a snails pace causing me to miss a green light. Next time, I will run your ass over. You know who you are. Beware.
So, I have to go pick up something for work, and the place is in Boystown. Only problem is that I forgot today was Gay Pride, and now I'm stuck in the heart of it. If anyone has a helicopter, and can airlift me out of here, I'd appreciate it. Otherwise, I'm going to be stuck here for awhile.
casiopea:
Thank you so much! 