So I was the little shop down the hill where I stock up on Monsters and Snickers and gummi bears a couple times a week and I stumbled across this orange bottle of vitamin.water that made me LOL.
[ah, orange juice commericals. funny stuff. mom cheerfully prepares some huge breakfast while the rest of the family sleeps. sure, this could happen. but every morning? please. maybe if mom were heavily medicated, in which case, we wouldn't condone operating a stove or any electrical appliance.]
So I bought two. Just to tell vitamin.water that hey, keep up the good work.
I WANNA GET HIRED BY URBAN OUTFITTERS!!! : (
Grar. But there's none of those here. Here you have to crawl through broken glass for miles and miles to get to the closest McDonald's. Either that or you could walk down the hill and head to the Burger King on base. The latter is definitely easier, I guess, but a little blood never hurt anyone.
Hemophiliacs are a figment of your imagination.