Jessica:
So, it was April Fool’s Day and the St. Stupid’s Day Parade was going on in the city. I was walking back to my office with my tacos. I got tacos for lunch. All of a sudden a stupid clown KICKED ME. THAT FUCKING CLOWN KICKED ME. I couldn’t believe it. I was so pissed. “You stupid fucking clown!” When I said that he ran a block away, looked back at me, and told me to go back to LA. What does that even mean?! “Fuck you clown!”
That clown almost made me drop my tacos. I would have been really pissed if I dropped my tacos.
The End
Moral of Jessica’s Story: Don’t make homegirl drop her tacos.
Moral of Jessica’s Story: Don’t make homegirl drop her tacos.
I only told you twice because you asked me to. It wasn't like I thought you needed to know it again... Fucking clowns.
ReplyDeleteDUH! I hope you realize that I am going to make you tell me that story every time I see you.
ReplyDeletei would kill someone in front of their own mother....
ReplyDeleteIf someone made me drop my food, I'd shank them.
ReplyDelete...just sayin...
Violence. The best answer to any and all problems.
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