I once had a drunk guy tell me I was too sexy to be shooting up at a party. He knocked the needle out of my hands and stepped on the pen, shattering the casing, telling me I should thank him by giving him my number and a kiss. It was my diabetes medicine.
(submitted by anonymous)
You don’t just leave the Beyoncé poster I ordered on my front steps when I’m not there to pick it up…it’s BEYONCÉ!!! She doesn’t deserve to be left on the ground like some Rihanna poster for anyone to pick up and steal, like someone just did due to your negligence of the greatness you left on my front stairs. Now I have to wait another week to see her beauty on my wall. I will never forget what I did to me UPS.