Sex Offender Night at the Laundrette
When my sister and I went to the laundrette the other night, the walls were climbing with men that felt so sex offenderee. They were in pairs. They were creepy and disheveled. The kinds of men that don't wear freshly laundered clothes because they're too busy trying to hide their electronic anklets and man tits. You know... side effect from the stop fucking young boys drugs they take. PS: Don't break up with me yet. Next week, I will be blogging wayyyyy more (towards the end of the week).