Today, I bought this. No, not the Manga. This. No, not the movie about Facebook. This. No, the Eminem book. Look! It wasn’t none of the books. This is the playing cards. I could have bought them for $5 at Walgreens, but I’m too cheap for all that. I waited until I went to Walmart about them for $3. Why does playing cards make me happy? Because I’m developing my memory and there is a section in my program that is dedicating to beating the casino, which I would love to be banned from.
No, the change isn’t from the purchase of the bicycle.