tiger roach
Urban Bovine Knievel
Tell me this isn't completely messed up:
Last night Mrs. Roach appears with an ominous-looking document in her hands, which turns out to be a wedding invitation.
Her: We are going to a wedding Saturday.
Me: What Saturday?
Her: This Saturday. The 7th.
Me: The hell. Who the **** sends out wedding invitations less than a week before the wedding?
Her: It's the family of one of my students (this is the explanation for a lot of weirdness in my life).
Her: This girl had a baby at 15.
Me: Wait wait wait. It is a wedding for a 15-year-old girl?
Her: Well, she's 16 now.
Me:
Dafuck? Is that even legal? How am I supposed to act at this, happy? Worried? Appalled? What if one of them, you know, tries to escape or something?
Last night Mrs. Roach appears with an ominous-looking document in her hands, which turns out to be a wedding invitation.
Her: We are going to a wedding Saturday.
Me: What Saturday?
Her: This Saturday. The 7th.
Me: The hell. Who the **** sends out wedding invitations less than a week before the wedding?
Her: It's the family of one of my students (this is the explanation for a lot of weirdness in my life).
Her: This girl had a baby at 15.
Me: Wait wait wait. It is a wedding for a 15-year-old girl?
Her: Well, she's 16 now.
Me:
Dafuck? Is that even legal? How am I supposed to act at this, happy? Worried? Appalled? What if one of them, you know, tries to escape or something?
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