A guy who tells you a story of back in the late 80s a cop broke into his house because they thought he was a serial killer, so he broke their ribs for B & E. He then tells you, “Don’t worry, Sarah. I’m not a murderer. See you later.” Oh, yeah. He’s completely wasted, too. That is the opposite of fun. It really happened to me this weekend.
The DMV but infront of a guy who has a nose whistle.
good one, would the nose whistler be worse than the heavy breather?
A guy who tells you a story of back in the late 80s a cop broke into his house because they thought he was a serial killer, so he broke their ribs for B & E. He then tells you, “Don’t worry, Sarah. I’m not a murderer. See you later.” Oh, yeah. He’s completely wasted, too. That is the opposite of fun. It really happened to me this weekend.
Where do you find these people?
Scary, Sarah!
It depends what the heavy breather ate last, I suppose.
Being someones prison bitch, not that I would know of course!
penguin, you won.