It's a tax-free weekend down here and the stores are packed with patrons purchasing back-to-school shit. Not me, though. I'm laughing, enjoying the spectacle of the bumper car entertainment happening in the crowded parking lots as I drive by.
Where am I going? I'm headed to the liquor store to get some wine. Priorities.
Also, I left my school supply list at home. My memory isn't great, which means my brain is working overtime just to keep me standing. I mean, I can't even tell you how old I am without doing the math and I stumble over the numbers all the time. Don't ask me to leave the tip on a restaurant bill because that process is too agonizing for everyone involved.
But this song? I know EVERY SINGLE WORD.
Take that, college.