Twice today, I went to wal*mart and in the fuckin’ dollar store just to run those fuckin’ errands of hers… “buy some packaging tapes for your lola’s stuff… also buy me some playing cards.” I stayed for more than 30 minutes or so at wal*mart for the first trip looking for those freakin’ packaging tapes. I didn’t find any. So, I just went on roaming around the big store, looking for a yoga mat that I could probably buy. Yeah, I found a couple but they’re out of my budget so I just grabbed this mini ethernet cable I found at the clearance section. Then, I went to the dollar store to buy seven of those friggin’ tapes.. As I was driving on my way home, she called my cel and I just ignored it. I’m almost there anyway. But she left a voicemail. “Where are you now??? I just asked u to buy some tapes and what has been taking you so long??? (then hangs up her f-in cel).”
As I got home, I brought her the tapes. Then she asked me the hell where the playing cards are??? I said, I forgot to buy ’em. I didn’t purposely forget to buy ‘em though. She said, “Go back and buy them.” f*ck… okay. So I went back to walmart and bought her stupid cards. Here it is now. Enjoy your poker game along with your badinin and badichu (that‘s her nickname for my good brothers).
Hell, I’m getting used with all these cursings… too bad for me… Sorry Lord..
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