How is that comfortable?
Time for another incredulous installment of “is this you?”
I could smell your whiskey as soon as you stepped on the bus, you referred to the Latino driver using the ever-condescending “amigo!” and you sit like an asshole. I know the bus wasn’t full, but that’s no excuse.
Fine! I admit it. That was me.
The loafers were just insult to injury for my senses.
ooooh my god. “Amigo!”
I die! I simply…die!