Apologies to the spiders whose webs were disturbed by our sudden fit of cleanliness. Next agonies: Dressing, leaving comfy brick bunker (A pleasant 73℉ as we type) walking three+ blks. (And three+ blks. back!!) to obtain Sunday fish-wrapper & Camels™. (Currently smoking post-shower last butt.)
Future troubles we anticipate: Necessity of doing laundry. (Only one pair of clean FTLs once we've dressed for the wk.)
Why Am I Living? Why Am I Still Alive?
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Somewhere, an audience needs f*cking?
P.S. You feelthy ceegarette smoker!
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From The Self-Involvement Editor:
ReplyDeleteSomeone, somewhere, always needs a good fucking w/ a lit cigarette.
And is it any wonder we need a damn smoke so often? Look at the indignities forced on us each day by this world of shit & pain!
Gaaahh!
Fucking the audience will not be fun 1) It will take a long time and some people will forget why they are hanging around. 2) Some of them will be one eyed former dentists driven mad by too much mercury in the fillings. This is an especially bitter group of people and no amount of casual sex is going to cheer them up thus YOU TOO will be infected with downer germs.
ReplyDeleteYOUR SPECIAL PRESIDENT WILL NOT LIFT A FINGER TO HELP YOU!!!
(What was in the lunchtime coffee?)
"Oh, crap!" Editor is Reminded:
ReplyDeleteWe need coffee for tomorrow afternoon when we get up. Bummer. Another need to visit the outer world.
It won't take us that long to eff an audience.
Wasn't the coffee, it was the diseased meat from the not long for this world JON'S MARKET, & a complete lack of anything interesting (to us) in the political world that has us foaming on a personal level.