I’m going straight to hell!
Very frustrating stressful week. Weeks. So I was driving the red 97, got done with my last thing, I was heading home, and I needed milk and a couple things. Then I had my evil idea, a moment of weakness, I’m scum!
I bought a pack of Klondike bars. I hope He forgives me. My Doc, he thinks he’s god.
The Lord above was watching, tested me. They were out of dark chocolate, I’m a weak sinner, and I bought them anyway, the original, not any of the weird flavors. Yeah, I know it’s not soup...
I hope He forgives me, cuz I’m still going to eat one, the devil in me....