Thursday Blursday

Thursday Blursday

The weekend is almost here, it's a long one, and God damn it, I'm going to fucking enjoy it. Right now, I might get some cereal.
He’s scared, and I’m drunk.

He’s scared, and I’m drunk.

He was panicking when he called. "I'm really scared," he said. "I'm the only one not taking part in the hunger strike". I don't know if the three episodes of OZ he's watched in his lifetime are stuck in his head, but god only knows what he thought was going to happen to him if he ate what could arguably be considered the worst chicken parm in existance.