I thought of something hip, clever, interesting even to write.
Then I dozed off on the couch while waching the telebision at about 8:30 p.m. I fear my decline will be constant, steady, unyielding until I nap in the daylight, drooling on myself, oblivious to adult life moving around me.
The shit lost in the naptime needs of my brain was all radical too. Starting the revolution here and now, don’t you know.
Actually, it was about the chick at work talking on the feminist empowerment of using the word “cunt.” I am one shit feminist, I tell you what, though. Really bad at it. Because at the end of any day at the moment of stridency or maybe literalism or grinding intellectualism or some kind of earnestness, I think, “Jesus fucking christ, lighten up and laugh.”
But, what the fuck do I know, I’m a sleepy cunt.
I had a bad day as well
i pulled into asda (walmart)
parked and this nosey bloody trafic warden
shouts “oy ! thats disabled parking what’s your disability ?”
so i shouts ” tourettes , you misrable foureyed fat cunt ”
well it made i smile it did
as for the sleepy thing its your body just getting rid of the winter hibernation genes
ready for summer
bon jour ca va ?
dave
I’m sure once the warden talked with you, he was cool knowing you was handicapped and all.
Oui, ca va. Et tu?
Ooooh Dee!!I laughed out loud. I had to wait to stop laughing to read after the second paragraph ! If that’s all you wrote today, that was one damn fine paragraph ! LOL !
Ah Dot, I loves ya and your kindness.
Sadly, it was all I wrote. But, any minute now I expect greater things.