My heart is pounding as beads of sweat are gathering on my upper lip and forehead like a warning of the impending doom of an unarmed warrior marching into battle. The air in my lungs, while unsteady, provides the soundtrack to my worried mind as each breath feels in sync with the rapid pace of my reluctant heart. However, my back remains tall as I try convincing myself that I can do this. This shall not defeat me! Yup, ya guessed it right....Im heading into Wal-Mart. While Id rather fry two individual eggs on each of my own testicles , some things just have to be done. To Wal-Mart, I hate you. Please let me just get in and get out...much like a...well, you can finish that punch line. Good Afternoon, FB Messes On Aisle 9.
Posted on: Thu, 22 May 2014 21:51:46 +0000