All this joy in stuff fitting in places, things slotting in exactly, tidy neat, neat and tidy, it gets right on my tits.
What kind of kids were you? Did you iron your stickers into your Panini annual? Did you throw a strop because your Spiderman undies were next to your Superman undies in the drawer, because EVERYONE knows you don't put DC pants with Marvel pants, mummy!!
When did you start being such a bunch of fussy fuckers? It's not right!! you're old before your time! THIS SHIT DOES NOT MATTER!
I'm wearing the same pants as yesterday.
Some dried blood is on the back of my hand. I'm leaving it there for aesthetic reasons.
My desk drawers are a chaotic jumble, I haven't paid three bills, my pens are all chewed, I'm wearing odd socks, my car has a squeaky wheel, my headset is slightly loose and the world has not ended, the sea hasn't dried up and all the oxygen on Earth hasn't fucked off to Venus.
A finger fits very snugly up an anus but it doesn't always make it right.
Now go make a mess somewhere.
tl;dr
I keep in inventory of bottle cap sizes so I know exactly which caps fit on which bottles.
Who would've thought that a Evian screw cap 0.5L fits onto a Highland Spring 1L!
tl;dr
I keep in inventory of bottle cap sizes so I know exactly which caps fit on which bottles.
Who would've thought that a Evian screw cap 0.5L fits onto a Highland Spring 1L!