they call it, phronemophobia;
but they've dialed the wrong number.
Friday, April 29, 2011
That moment when you're thirsty
for some orange juice and you have a carton but no clean glasses but then you realize "Wait, this is MY orange juice that isn't being shared with anyone else, who needs glasses!" and drink straight from the carton.
Fuck yeah.
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