You know what I hate most about this time of the year?
Yes, ‘the question’.
“What costume are you going to wear this year?”
Why would you ask a grown ass man that? Especially me? But it doesn’t seem to stop some. Most times I’m as nice as I can be,
But sometimes I tend to land of the not as nice as I can be side of the conversation. Like this morning when, in response to ‘the question’, I said,
“I told myself I’d go as the next asshole who asked me that so I guess I’m going to have to go as you.”