“Have a great Summer!” I shouted as I walked out the door. I enthusiastically followed it up with the obligatory, “see you next year!”
And with that the stage was set to tell the story entitled, “How I Joined the Merchant Marine.”
Tonight was the night they finally came by. My hair was a mess.
They invited me to play basketball. They made reference to an upcoming event involving instruction in the art of home preserving.
I will have to consider their offer carefully.
(Right click and save and then check out the band)
Yes, at the end of the day I find both equally perplexing.
(Right click and save)
No water in the kitchen. I called the plumbers and they were able to do fuckall. Forced to eat food prepared by others. Forced to use plastic utensils. Internal apocalypse forthcoming.
(Right click and save)
I wish someone would say something because all this Kraftwerk is really starting to freak me out.
The caption read, “Suppressing an intense desire to die since 1997.”
(Right click and save)
…and as a form of tribute (despite any issues of incompatibility posed by unfamiliar appendages), hi-fives were offered to the tiny Cthulhu.
(Right click and save)
Pigeons are perched on the chimney and the noise is unwelcome. Nature fails to comply with my personal wishes (even after I concentrate hard).
I shake my fist at the turgid pace of evolutionary progress. It doesn’t help. The repetitions of ‘coo roo-c’too-coo’ continue unabated.
We weathered the storm as well as it could be weathered. We wore vinyl jackets and those hats with the undersized umbrellas attached to the top.
When it was over, you asked me what it could have meant. I placed my chin in my hands and stared at the floor. You didn’t prod.
I volunteered to take everyone for ice cream.
