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·Man, it's bad. This may be the worst PMS I've ever had.
It's single-digit cold here in Wisconsin; the Packers didn't make the playoffs, and if I watch the Super Bowl I'll have to watch the dad-gum Bears play some other team from an alien league that never came to Green Bay. AFC? What's that? Is it like KFC? Alabama Fried Chicken? Alaska Frozen Crabs? Doesn't sound like a football league to me.
My water heater sprung a leak and had to be replaced. The new water heater cost about $3.58 more that the GPS I'd saved up for. One of the tires on my car is also starting to leak.
I gave my snowblower to my son because he bought a new house and can't afford to buy a snowblower, then as soon as my son's truck disappears down the street, the guy who was going to plow my driveway calls to say he's moving to AZ next week.
Other than work I've got little to do except look at the internet, catch up on reading and poke my head into the garage to stare at my 'Wing once in a while. Nothing. Nasa. Nunca. Bupkus. Zip. Zero.
Man, this PMS is killin' me.
My mind has shut down. All I can think of is meaningless questions, like which is best? Pepperoni or sausage? Chicago-style or thin crust? Labradors or Airdales? Who was smarter, Barney or Gomer?
Someone called here last night and the caller ID said it was a blocked number. The caller said his name was Stephen Hawking and asked if I REALLY knew what time it is. I said yes, and a strange, mechanical voice said that I didn't, and neither did anyone else, then hung up.
I make up jokes that nobody understands, like: How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb? None, feminists don't screw. I crack myself up! The dog is looking at me with a strange expression. The voices tell me to ignore the dog. The voices always know.
Man, I'm dyin' of PMS. It's tearing out my soul.
Why are people so angry about global warming? If there is such a thing, it hasn't gotten to my neighborhood yet. It's probably some hioty-toity trendy thing that's anly available on the east and west coasts. I need some global warming NOW! Dammit!
Did you know Johnny Cash's real name was actually Joey Credit? True. They made him change it when he signed his first recording contract.
Man, this PMS is killin' me.
It's single-digit cold here in Wisconsin; the Packers didn't make the playoffs, and if I watch the Super Bowl I'll have to watch the dad-gum Bears play some other team from an alien league that never came to Green Bay. AFC? What's that? Is it like KFC? Alabama Fried Chicken? Alaska Frozen Crabs? Doesn't sound like a football league to me.
My water heater sprung a leak and had to be replaced. The new water heater cost about $3.58 more that the GPS I'd saved up for. One of the tires on my car is also starting to leak.
I gave my snowblower to my son because he bought a new house and can't afford to buy a snowblower, then as soon as my son's truck disappears down the street, the guy who was going to plow my driveway calls to say he's moving to AZ next week.
Other than work I've got little to do except look at the internet, catch up on reading and poke my head into the garage to stare at my 'Wing once in a while. Nothing. Nasa. Nunca. Bupkus. Zip. Zero.
Man, this PMS is killin' me.
My mind has shut down. All I can think of is meaningless questions, like which is best? Pepperoni or sausage? Chicago-style or thin crust? Labradors or Airdales? Who was smarter, Barney or Gomer?
Someone called here last night and the caller ID said it was a blocked number. The caller said his name was Stephen Hawking and asked if I REALLY knew what time it is. I said yes, and a strange, mechanical voice said that I didn't, and neither did anyone else, then hung up.
I make up jokes that nobody understands, like: How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb? None, feminists don't screw. I crack myself up! The dog is looking at me with a strange expression. The voices tell me to ignore the dog. The voices always know.
Man, I'm dyin' of PMS. It's tearing out my soul.
Why are people so angry about global warming? If there is such a thing, it hasn't gotten to my neighborhood yet. It's probably some hioty-toity trendy thing that's anly available on the east and west coasts. I need some global warming NOW! Dammit!
Did you know Johnny Cash's real name was actually Joey Credit? True. They made him change it when he signed his first recording contract.
Man, this PMS is killin' me.
