So, there’s this old man that lives in my building, right? That in and of itself is fine by me, BUT I NEVER SEE HIM IN SHORTS OR PANTS OR ANY ORDINARY CLOTHING FOR THE LOWER HALF OF THE BODY. Every time I see him he’s wearing a towel and a white under shirt. No. No. No. Why is this my life?
LOL Ugh, seriously, that language! It sounds like me taking out the trash like 20 mins ago looking like shit and walking past an attractive male who of course I’ve never seen before
Don’t you love how that always happens at the worst possible moment? Clearly the world no longer wishes to play fair. (And that language is my favorite non-English language of them all. There’s a reason M Frakes is my very favorite teacher.)