Tissues

So… you buy yourself a brand-spanking-new box of tissues, you take it home and you’re excited as hell to open it. You rip open that stupid piece of cardboard that never properly rips, and you pull out tissue numero uno. Why is it that Senior Uno always tears or brings a couple of his friends out to play? Why can’t the bastard come out of the stupid little box by himself? I hate tissues.

Written by a p’d off  Uncle Sushi.