So my dad gives me 60 bucks for fuckin' gouache, right? I say, hey, that's more than enough! That's gouache and a meal left over! And maybe a drink (white mocha, small, shot of hazelnut) and a cupcake!
Ah, foolish me.
That BULLSHIT cost me $54.97!!!
I am flabbergasted!! Who tha fuck you think I is?! Warren Buffet?!
Omg, and I bought only what I needed!! 5 miniscule tubes of gouache, Value Pak brush set, paint canisters and a 79¢ palette knife.
$54.97 for that bullshit.
No meal, no cupcake, no fancy drink.
Just bullshit.
The paint canisters I got are super!cute tho.
A certain someone better come and see me. If he comes around the 23, we can see From Russia, With Love in Forsyth. That's the best and baddest James Bond film. That man is bustin haters heads with a damn VENGEANCE in that film, dude.
That cat's forreal.
Plus, and let me stress this, killer Russian women. Literally.
Here is a six-word story, courtesy of Ernest Hemmingway: Baby shoes. For sale, Never used.
:D
1 comment:
what the hell is Gouache? I can has eats it?
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