Welcome to Black Friday. Or as I’m
calling it this year, the day I sit at work and pretend to be focused while all
I’m doing is making up dirty lyrics to Christmas songs. I’m pretty jazzed up on
hot chocolate [from 7-11. That’s the
best kind] right now and looking at picture of all the dogs I want to
adopt. All I want for Christmas is a puppy to snuggle with. And as Santa as my
witness [because I heard the creeper is
always watching me] I’m going to get my mother effing dog.
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