Plan B.

This afternoon I was suppose to hang out with a wonderful young lady, but she kinda bailed on me. Not to worry though, Mr. Hawkins was my second option. I helped him move a couch into his bedroom, we did it the hard way though and went through the windows because the couch wouldn't fit through the doors. For my effort he gave me a book. Thank you Mr. Hawkins.

That couch,

Can get fucked.



Thank you sir.