All Sales Final
My coworker
says drinking and the Internet
are a match made in hell, says
he got up late Sunday morning
to see all of the expensive items
he bought while wasted; of course,
he promptly cancelled the orders
before they shipped. Lucky bastard.
I, too, got drunk Saturday night
and awoke late Sunday morning
feeling much regret, feeling like
a total fool, but there was nothing
I could do, the damage done, all
sales final as what I bought had
already walked out the door
in a short skirt and a pair of
Air Jordans.
Horror Sleaze Trash 