Peggies
Gold Member
I knoooow. Like breaking into the morgue and taking pictures of dead people so you can be like "So sorry, can't make it tonight. My Granny died. Look, here's her corpse. Just in case you don't believe me".This is so fucking true these days. And then I swear I won't do it again. Then it happens again. And the thought of Friday evening makes my blood turn to ice. And I start to take pictures of incidents in the week so I have a backup photo to prove why I can no longer make it.