(no subject)
happiness is finding splotches of vomit on the inside of your rear windshield two months after said vomit was projected from your boyfriend's insides.
errr... wait, no it's not.
happiness is finally getting the vomit out of your car, and cleaning off all of the bird shit that's turned your car into a polka dotted wonder.
and then taking a shower after doing so.
errr... wait, no it's not.
happiness is finally getting the vomit out of your car, and cleaning off all of the bird shit that's turned your car into a polka dotted wonder.
and then taking a shower after doing so.