I don't care that officially our week starts with Sunday. I care that every f*@king week there exists MONDAY! Horrible day! If I would range days they would place following positions:
1. Saturday (because tomorrow is be Sunday!)
2. Sunday (Yesterday was a bright Saturday. Uff)
3. Friday (Thanks God It's Friday)
4. Wednesday (I have left the half of a week behind my back)
5. Thursday (My favorite show is at 8 p.m.)
6. Tuesday (The most horrible day of the week is over)
7. Monday (The most horrible day of the week)
I had a pretty strange experience a few days ago. It was really pretty funny.
I was walking down the street and fell of. One guy was walking around and what did he do?
No! He didn't suggest me a hand! No-no! Wrong answer! He didn't ask me whether I need a help.
He just fell near!
I asked him without any smile (let everybody think I do not have a sense of humor)
- WTF is that?!
- Don't u get it? I just want to pick you up!
- To pick me up with a fell?
- I am a lesbian.
And God-demn I am!