When the cashier hold’s up your $20 to see if it’s real
If I only knew
Which doesn’t exist
So all I can do
I work with this dude named Laz at one of the Hilton hotels in Savannah, GA. We never really speak besides saying what’s up and small talk.
I’m outside taking a smoke break and he runs out jumping and skipping pointing to himself shouting, “who’s a happy boy! who’s a happy boy!?” I asked him what…
'do it for the vine'