Hearing your parents speak about the eighties is like hearing someone tell about Narnia.
Only every twentieth cup comes out from the coffee machine. It’s like playing Russian roulette, but with coffee…and nobody dies.
So you’re telling me that a blog isn’t for praising your own superior being and sharing about how you have blessed the world around you with your existence, that it isn’t a virtual form of masturbation?
I need to write faster than whoever is writing on the facebook chat, cause I know that what I want to say is more interesting. So don’t you dare to change subject!!