Grr... Wine Glasses Hate Me
crish crash there goes moms last glass
mothers going to be mildly pissed off
i broke the last thing that gets her off
i could say my sister did it
but she wouldn't believe that
and she would know it was me
and she would pick up the glass she did see
she would say "you do this like every 30 days"
and i reply "sorry, mom, it just hates me in so many ways"
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