Bridgette yelled at me!
She said I went to McDonalds too many times this week to get the large iced hazelnut coffees that I so cravenly desire!
Make her stop!
Now she’s calling her sister and making fun of me right in my face! They are laughing at me, just because I love the succulent sweetness of ice cold coffee mixed with the nutty tang of artificial flavorings! Now she is pointing at me as they laugh!
O bitter fate, why do you rain these awful blows of remorse upon my head?
All right, I’ll say it – I’m sorry! I’m sorry that I’ve visited the nearby McDonalds thrice daily for the last fortnight, wringing my hands in anxious anticipation of my beloved bean-sauce. I’m sorry that I’ve screamed at the pockmarked adolescents who have prepared my drink for not doing so at my preferred speed. I guess I’m sorry for throwing more than one iced coffee to the ground in disgust and inventing new, omnipotent swear words when the beverage was not mixed to my satisfaction.
What can I say? I’m a passionate guy.
Now she’s yelling at me again for this blog post! Stop it! Stop it!
I’m going to hold my breath until you stop!