“911, what’s your emergency?”
“My kids are being jerks.”
“Hey, Christian, you can’t keep calling here.”
“Are you gonna send help?”
I hate when people text me “what are you doing?” at 1:00 pm on a weekday.
Well I don’t have your Art History degree, so probably “working”.
Megan, but with an H? Whatever you say, girls named Hmegan.
Oh great. I forgot to pack an apple in my lunch and now there’s doctors EVERYWHERE.
Sometimes I think we’re all going to be okay. Other times I read Yahoo Answers.