Dear Mozart:

I can't hear your soft shit over the sound
of my 9th symphony.

Sincerly,
Ludwig van Beethoven

B

Tengo un poco dañada las cuerdas vocales me dijo el medico, no podre cantar por un tiempo, ya me las llore todas, tendré paciencia y me cuidaré:

A) Puucha, animo, ya estarás mejor, no te vas a dar ni cuenta y estarás cantando denuevo.

B) No vas a poder gritar cuando follemos.

>7 hour drive
>chugging energy drinks like a boss
>6 hours in - have to piss like a fucking elephant
>pee in empty monster can
>can't feel/hear how fast it's filling up
>overflows on my jeans
>jump in my seat, sending piss flying all over the dashboard
>throw can out window like it's on fire
>mfw my cat is on the passenger seat, covered in my pee