Excuse me.
I’m sitting at the San Antonio Airport at 5:30am, about to depart from what has been the most bizarre 2 & 1/2 months of my life (not including puberty) and the only thing running through my mind is: how do I ask the awkward looking gentleman sitting across from me with a bald spot and cheap wedding ring what his thoughts are on the McDonalds breakfast he is currently shoveling down his throat. I can only imagine we wouldn’t agree.
I think I hate him and his shitty fucking orange juice.
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mmmmilk reblogged this from thejuggalog and added:
Hang in there Dustin!
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