OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH SNAPPP! R.L. Stine type storybook writer right here, folks. I don't even know where to begin with this story because it has so many parts. First he went to a random packy. Whoa. And he wanted to buy alcohol? Bizarre. This is the best part though so hold on to your dicks! Cashier didn't even chick his ID now that he's 21! Zing!
Get this man to a hospital. Seriously. Chest pains aren't something to post status updates about. You notice how body commented on it? That's what we in the blogging biz call an epic fail at getting attention.
The way I pictured this one in my head was him asking me that question to which I do my signature one sniff of the nose, lick the upper lip then walk away quietly with my head down. You're a moron. Nobody has forgotten about the time you raped that girl in that woods party senior year.
Everybody should copy down that cell phone number and ask him about the gateway computer he's selling then when he tries to correct you and tell you it's a mac, continue calling it a gateway and then suddenly act like you're disgusted by his tone and hang up.
Yeahhhhhhh I just really liked that status. He used to call me Wally Szczerbiak.
I actually just watched this 4 times and now my dark cloud of an attitude has been lifted. Little kids are the shit.
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