i'm what's at the bottom of your soup bowl when you're done with your soup
i now work at the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory.
i eat sugar. all day long.
just weeks before, i had sworn to cut down on my sugar intake, interestingly enough.
on my way to work, every day, there is a guy in a budweiser cap who drunkenly insists i look like a leprechan, and calls me one every time i pass by his spot, and asks me if i can spare any gold so he can get another beer. he seems to become filled with joy every time this happens, though i can't imagine what he gets out of it. i'm sure as hell not going to give him any of my gold.
i eat sugar. all day long.
just weeks before, i had sworn to cut down on my sugar intake, interestingly enough.
on my way to work, every day, there is a guy in a budweiser cap who drunkenly insists i look like a leprechan, and calls me one every time i pass by his spot, and asks me if i can spare any gold so he can get another beer. he seems to become filled with joy every time this happens, though i can't imagine what he gets out of it. i'm sure as hell not going to give him any of my gold.