lately, one of my mates has been a little...flakey.
it began, innocently enough, over the summer when he told me to "have a good night, bro."
sadly, this was not an isolated incident. it's grown far far worse from there - evidenced by the following entry on the apartment's grocery list: "steve needs alfredo sizauce."
this has also begun to affect his sense of fashion with the addition of the dreaded bandanna-headband to his wardrobe.
this sickness, which has become a running joke behind his back, is only getting worse. why recently, he was overheard claiming "no time tozinight." tozinight? what the fuck is that?
help me GAF. help me help you help me.
it began, innocently enough, over the summer when he told me to "have a good night, bro."
sadly, this was not an isolated incident. it's grown far far worse from there - evidenced by the following entry on the apartment's grocery list: "steve needs alfredo sizauce."
this has also begun to affect his sense of fashion with the addition of the dreaded bandanna-headband to his wardrobe.
this sickness, which has become a running joke behind his back, is only getting worse. why recently, he was overheard claiming "no time tozinight." tozinight? what the fuck is that?
help me GAF. help me help you help me.