It’s hard to imagine that when I will be 45 my son might reblog from me
|White Co-Worker:||That's not how you say it.|
|My Dad:||But you knew what I meant so why do you have to make a big deal out of it.|
|White Co-Worker:||Aww come on man, it's funny, lighten up will yah Nestor?|
|My Dad:||You know I speak 5 languages, right? How many can you speak?|
|White Co-Worker:||Just English|
|My Dad:||Tell me something. What does a cow say?|
|My Dad:||That's right, the cows in my country say that too. You know why? They can only speak one language *walks away*|
|White Co-Worker:||*sheds white tears*|
Maybe you just have to live for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.
being a girl is so expensive like
XL Shrek Dildos? expensive.
*talking to myself as I wobble up the stairs* , you are sober and in control of the situation