Living Slightly Lager
So, it's about 145 when I get home from work and WHOOP, there's a bunch of boys on my house. What?! Like kids from the church's youth group, most I've never seen before because I've worked every Sunday for the past half year. My parents invited them to sleep over and forgot to tell me.
All I want to do is get a little drink on and sleep for 10 hours, but nope not gonna happen. I walk in on them watching the end of Scary Movie 4 and they're picking out what to watch next.
I'm not happy; I think one of them ate some of my cake. And then there's the issue of my bathroom.
All I want to do is get a little drink on and sleep for 10 hours, but nope not gonna happen. I walk in on them watching the end of Scary Movie 4 and they're picking out what to watch next.
I'm not happy; I think one of them ate some of my cake. And then there's the issue of my bathroom.