Don’t you hate it when you realize its 1am, you got online at 8pm with the full intent of 45min. But  you didn’t carry ya ass to bed because Twitter held you hostage?

Dont you hate it when you realize after you placed that order for red beans and rice, 4 spicy wings, biscuit and that coke you left all ya money and home?

Dont you hate it when you no longer him you actually see his dick for what the true length it was all along?

Dont you hate it when you cashed your check and somehow that 100$ you KNOW for a FACT you stuck in your pocket cause you were gonna just run in Wal-Mart is no longer in that pocket?

Dont you hate it when you see the caller ID and its that friend who ALWAYS need something? I mean dam.

Dont you hate it when you rush in the house call bathroom dibs first, do a number 12 and there is only 2 squares of tissue and a face towel at staring you in the face?

Dont you hate it when you leave the house and is dam near were you heading and realized you forgot your phone? Dont you hate the gas you’re gonna waste going all the way back home cause you need “The Twitter”?