10-05-2003, 11:58 PM
Back in my day, when I would come home from school, my parents would travel 5 miles, in the snow, barefoot, all the way to the supermarket and back, gathering what they could from the dumpster behind the store, and they would would make their best damn attempt to create a fine Sunday dinner before I went back to school, and I appreciated every drop of blood and sweat that they shed to get me that meal, and even if it tastes like shit, I sat that with a smile plastered on my face a mile fucking long and I GAVE THANKS TO ALL THE FUCKING GODS OF THE UNIVERSE THAT MY PARENTS LOVE ME THAT MUCH TO DO SUCH WONDERFUL THINGS FOR ME.
But, last night, I did have some mozzerella sticks and a grilled chicken salad at Applebees, damn, that shit was good food, good times.
But, last night, I did have some mozzerella sticks and a grilled chicken salad at Applebees, damn, that shit was good food, good times.