Waiting in a line, wasting all my time.
just waiting to get some oranges
god when will this end, just waiting for a friend.
life is a gift, a gift i wish i could return.
i want someone who can get my oranges for me, so i dont have to wait all day in the sun not having fricken fun.
and when you get next in line, some old lady ,pushs in front of you.
and to make it worse she wont shut*p to the sweaty old man behind the counter.
i wanna get my skitles and throw them in her eyes.
but no, shes old, and i mustn\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'t.
if i could it would feel so good.
hehehehehehehe.
its really silly when you need to go to the toilet, and you loose your place in the line.
so now i am at where i started, the end of the long long line.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
FIVE HOURS LATER!
far out im next, and then a plane crashs and hits me and my oranges.
