Monday, May 3, 2010

Girl on train with the kind of high-pitched voice that belongs in hell alone: OH and I was in SUCH a bad mood because Laughlin made me eggs for breakfast, but he made them wrong, like I had the eggs all ready to cook myself and he's like, "Babe, I can make them for you", and he didn't make them right and it ruined my morning. Like I was mad all fucking day.
Other girl: How annoying!

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