Once or twice a month I buy myself a cheap fast food hamburger because “at least I’m not in prison”, I call it my not in prison burger
Unfortunately I’ve also started getting a frostie on the way home sometimes because fucking life drags sometimes and I just need an ice cold reminder of things that used to make me happy. Now it’s just an empty calorie bandaid.
Once or twice a month I buy myself a cheap fast food hamburger because “at least I’m not in prison”, I call it my not in prison burger
Unfortunately I’ve also started getting a frostie on the way home sometimes because fucking life drags sometimes and I just need an ice cold reminder of things that used to make me happy. Now it’s just an empty calorie bandaid.
Frosties are the tits. And like tits, they don’t have those in prison