That awkward moment when you think of something odd/dirty in public then really hope there isn’t a telepath in the room
aye one time i owed the library like 400 dollas man.
it was the summer of 7th grade going to 8th
a nigga was stressed and depressed
walking home like
“how the fuck did i manage to do this to myself”
on the brink of tears everyday scared to tell my mom
luckily they had this program
“read away your fees” or some shit like that
every half an hour you sat in the library and read it took 2 dollars off
my niggas.
my mother aint see me for about a month and a half.
I hate those commercials that are like
This is a poptart:
and this is a warm, flaky toaster strudel:
