Today at work, somehow, we managed to get onto the topic of conversation of who we all thought each other looked like. Somehow everyone managed to arrive at the conclusion that I look like Kurt Cobain. (Which I personally disagree with, but anyway). So then Ms. Superiority, resident bitch at work, had to pipe up and say “Yeh, Kurt Cobain, after he shot himself! Bwahahahahahhahhahaha!” Hrm.
Hmm
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