i was listening to some boredoms and just chilling and i walked over to get a caramel machiato (grande) from this vietnamese place. there was an obese girl there with chopsticks + a flower in her hair and she had a death note t-shirt
her (to cashier...): i would like a beef bowl
me (behind her): ~__~ *nosebleed starts* you can get a lower sodium version of that... urkle
she didn't hear me though ;_; plus i got blood on my diatom sketchbook
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