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I'm riding the bus home from school.
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| What's up? Yeah. I'm a creepy old man. I'm going to sit right next to you and lick my lips. Does that sound like fun? | |
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Of course, I never talk to this bozo.
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| The answer is NO, it doesn't. It's cool. You're going to have a hard time deciding if I'm retarded or not. I've also got a lazy eye. | |
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But when I see him, WTF and OMG quickly come to mind.
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| In fact, they're both a little off. They zoom all around like I'm a chameleon in an IU jacket. I like sneaking looks at you while you pretend not to notice. OMG, indeed. | |
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