This isn't a "serious" post, just a little bit of fuckaround to see how this shit works. I'm sitting in my office on a beautiful, sunnified day, waiting for the dryer bell to go "ding, motherfucker!" and for the clock to hit 11:45. What happens at 11:45, you ask? I have to get my lazy ass into my piece-of-shit Honda and drive it to work. I'm stuck with the night shift twice this week, as my boss is on vacation and I have to be 'acting manager'.
Woe is me. I think I'll have a banana and take out the recycling. Domestic life is the SHIT.
Posted
Jul 01 2008, 10:47 AM
by
Reverend Campbell