I heard this at the shopping complex yesterday, in K-Mart:
A woman is conversing with a friend or family member of roughly the same age, laughing. Two children around the age of five, a girl and boy, are present.
They are discussing a persons' life.
Lady: I thought you said she's pregnant!
Young boy: Aunty Liz is never pregnant!
Me: *Loses it and dies laughing.*
Ya know, Gerard's father took him to see a marching band, though this lil' guy doesn't even have a father figure present as he goes to see a marching band at the mall.
There wasn't even a marching band...
This kid will definitely become emo.
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I'm so sick of bands' shit right now...
And I'm definitely not depressed, I just hope to fall asleep and never wake up again... (I dunno what that sarcasm was about, I don't even know what's wrong with my life. Okay there's probably a lot wrong with my life but ANYWAY...)
Honestly I don't even know what's wrong with me, though I won't waste your time with my worthless bullcrap. Okay imma leave now.
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Bands: #3
РазноеThe Script title references! You hear that? No, not the sirens I'm sleeping with, instead the beautiful sound of a new band book! This is the third instalment of my original band books, so if you haven't already, go on and read the first two before...
