I lived through the swine flu, Y2K, first black president, 9/11, a royal wedding, the death of Michael Jackson, Osama’s death & now 8/23/11 eastcoast earthquake. My life is fucking swag bro.
There is a small child in this cafe writhing and screaming with such violence and rage that they keep running out of breath and coughing. The source of her rage? Her mom asked her to eat a single grape.
Mom, in a completely normal voice: “Sabrina it’s okay you don’t need to eat the grape.”
