So I was thrown out of bed by my cellphone this morning (12pm). My father wanted me to bring him his angle drill so I got in the car and brought him his angle drill. On my way home I thought I'd just pop in the store to get some groceries . I didn't feel like going in there because I was sweaty, greasy and everything you are after a night of drinking but I thought 'who's going to be there anyway, it's Saturday and people are still sleeping'. Boy, was I wrong. I met everyone and their mother and I think I might have invented a new kind of friendzone. The sweatzone.
SON OF A BITCH!!!