28-02-17, 07:20 PM
When your mrs texts you to pick your kid up from nursery because she's stuck in traffic and won't get there in time, but she keeps the only key to the spare car on her key ring that's in her fucking pocket, so you're looking at a £90 'Late Collection Fee' for the second time this month because the staff have to keep the nursery open, and seeing how she ain't worked for three years the money sure as shit isn't coming out of her purse.
Broken, bruised, forgotten, sore,
too fucked up to care any more.
too fucked up to care any more.