Originally posted by NazIT is, that's how bad IT is.
I thought it was a daughter?
So my wife is still down at the police station. She called me down there to bring her information. But now I'm back home.
My daughter is so high and out of it. She's sitting up in the cell asking the guards if they want her to go get them something from McDonalds.
She'll be crying though by tomorrow morning once she realized she's in jail for the 3rd time.
I'll be laughing. I won't answer the phone either when she calls. I simply won't.
I won't let her mother either.
anata wa wakarimasu ka.....