This weekend
While at Target, a little kid about 3 or 4 years old played with a glass candle holder, then dropped and shattered that shit. I looked at him, raised and wiggled my fingers and did a quiet, "OOoooOoooohhhhh noooooooo" and he ran away crying.
It was just between me and him. I rule.
If he happens to remember this and relates it to people when he's older, nobody will ever believe him.
Fuck that kid. I need a drink.
Not in that order.
Scott Pilgrim was interesting. Expendables did a Human Centipede on your mom.
Out.
JM~
Mood: 
Angry
Angry
hahahaha I think I love you, Moreno.