Cutting in Line.
Shit, if only I was a small, cute girl with a bloody bow in my hair, who gets boys to let her cut the rest of us normal people in line.
Girl: “Oh, I have a bow and I’m small and look at me, I’m in a hurry!”
Boy: “Here, you can go in front of me!”
People behind boy in queue: *glare*
Girl: “I have a bow, did I mention? It means I’m indie, tee hee.”
Boy: “Uh, yeah, like cool. I have a backpack in Rasta colours even though I just smoke pot and don’t really know what it means. It’s made from an alternative material, which means I’m alternative, which means I like to fuck girls with bows in their hair.”
Girl: “Tee hee!”
