3 Replies to “Five Freaking Years”

  1. Things I no longer worry about: staining my clothes at lunch, wondering what to wear, and laundry.
    New things to worry about: crowded trains and elevators, sitting under the air conditioning duct at work, and Merv the perv whose apartment is next to mine.

  2. Obviously, the judge knows what he is doing in your case. Flattening all four tires on your ex’s car is no ordinary prank. Perhaps, he should have also taken away your car keys? Then, you would have had to walk naked to all of the local stores and to your favorite coffee shop.

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