Today was a disaster. First I find a piece of lettuce in my cabbage. The next tragedy came while I was writing my cabbage sonnet. MY MECHANICAL PENCIL RAN OUT OF LEAD! I went to my roommate Chicken Little if he used it. But he was like "fuck if I know, bra", and just kept talking shit about the sky falling.
So, I. WAS. PISSED. The last person to take Creed Bratton's lead and get away with it: was Creed Bratton. So then I felt something sharp on my boobs. THE LEAD WAS BETWEEN MY BOOBS! Smash
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