Do not even get me started. Long story, short: Bitch screwed me over one too many times and to this day is still a miserable person who I cannot stand to be around.
I don’t know him personally, but Bill has got this friend James who has the craziest stories about shit he does while fucked up. For real. I can’t even begin to describe them.
Mandi: nickname for bitch of a cousin who made my life hell in grade school because i was tall, scrawny, dark haired, and pale while she was the short, athletic, blonde, tanned cheerleader.
Greg: I stalk a guy name Greg from a band named Soletta.
Andy: that’s Ali’s little brothers name! Hes such a cutie pie!
Scott: dude I work with. His cousin went to high school with me.
Jess: we were separated after 3rd grade and found each other again in high school. I love that girl :)
Thanks for actually picking good names, anon.
Why do you all assume I know these ethnic men with ethnic names?!
I’m forever alone :(
Gonna go make out with my pillow then and pretend it’s David Bowie,
Wow….I don’t think I know a Jermaine……
They’re alright, but for the price that most decent Invictas I would just go for a Citizen Eco-Drive or a Seiko.
Aww yeah, muffins
Now this wouldn’t be so bad if I got Pat, but I got Jimmy Ham this year. All it said on the index card was “Paul & Art.” Now, this man thinks in a strange way and is an old school South Philly guy who would call the pope by the first name. So I’m sitting here thinking, “Paul and Art? What fuck man?” I just realized he meant Simon & Garfunkel. Now to figure out if he wants some band shirts or CDs.
PS: Last year my mom had him and all her index card said was “TP & the HB.” Once again I figured out just what the fuck he was trying to say. It was Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers.