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Half A Pie.

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Sorry thighs, that’s what was in the fridge for diner.

What am I, in my third trimester here?

A grown man saying sorry for having eaten half a pie for diner… shameful. Really I should be saying “Shitchyeah that’s what’s for diner! What’s up now, World?!”

But then a half hour later I totally regretted it because my stomach was real confused by the 2,800 calorie curveball that I just slammed home and I had indigestion for the rest of the evening. Apparently that’s the world’s way of responding, “That is what is up now, Bitch.”


I was super sleepy when I saw this and said “Whoa, I want to go to there…” and then five minutes later, realized it was an illustration and I felt real stupid for having dreams and aspirations.


Written by photokevo

October 10, 2011 at 1:57 am

Posted in I Hate You

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