I went to my local café during my break at werk and got a wrap and this little apricot protein ball cos I love masticating huge balls down my mouth. Anyway I got back to the office and realised I left my delicious ball back on the table at the café. Fark.
I tried calling them and they didn’t pick up so I had a real predicament on my hands. It’d be pretty awkward to drive all the way over and ask about a ball I accidentally left there but I thought fuck it sometimes you gotta fight for what you believe in so I drove over and lo and behold the dude at the counter had the ball waiting for me.
To clarify it was covered in a white paper bag. It’d be kind of weird otherwise. Speaking of that sort of thing it’s so weird that you can buy vitamin D. Imagine telling a pharmacist that you’re hankering for the (vitamin) D. It’s just weird. I’ll stick to gobbling down balls m8.
– Lonely Kids Club
