Days like this: Ouch

Filed under Junk Drawer.


When things like this would happen and my dad was around…he’d grumble something to the effect “glad I helped paid for you to go to college.”

My eyes: ouch, why do you keep poking me?
Me: Why can’t I get these damn contacts out?
My eyes: You wore glasses all day dumbass.
Me: …

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