Karma. in Open Diary.

Arbys. Because I like meat in my mouthhole. And nothing placates depression like meat in one of my holes.

After babbling my order at the drive-thru, I hear, “Your total is fourteen thousand dollars and fifty-six cents.” I laughed. Then realized.

He actually frakking said it.

At the window, I told him that if anyone ever doesn’t like his sense of humor, to insult them in a way they won’t even understand they have been insulted.

In these dark times, we need people like him. I am so going to do the survey on the back, and say how is amazing and has a huge sac of testicles. Okay, don’t know about the later, but definitely the former.

I must have done at least one thing right in my life to deserve the honor of his humor.