I know I have another good 4 hours of wet dreams in me
Usually a stream of consciousness takes place when you’re anything but
I know it’s been a good sleep when I wake up on the floor with all the bedding, sheets and pillows, strewn, bloodstained and ripped to shreds and all I can think of is ‘You should see the other guy…and so begins the weekend….
Revised sleep forecast: I know I have another good 4 hours of wet dreams in me
Constipation is not a good look in the morning. Bleary-eyed & strung out from doing absolutely nothing but wrestling the demons while I slept…. and looking for that perfect Saturday morning thrill food… and all the bloody bakeries have are these hugely over-bloated croissants with child….I think Nespresso should come out with a more efficient ‘track mark delivery system’ for introducing caffeine into the blood stream….but Sometimes in life, you have to roll with the punches- if it’s at breakfast take some grape jelly and nutella along with you and ask for a butter knife…Right about now, Death and Sex sounds pretty good in Kingdom Come
OK 15 minutes of foraging for food have elapsed and now I’m wedged in some dubiously named diner that pays it’s respect for being in this shitville Province of Quebec, I think it’s called ‘Frito-bec’, and I’m feeling like total crap as Saggy Ass Syndrome doesn’t sit well with me… I fully expect the eggs to be so runny it just has a waffle sole stuck to it…like the inside of some chick’s running shorts who was attacked by dysentery on mile 4…Just reading the headlines of the libyan hijinks and thinking “Burn marshmallows, not Ambassadors”…
Idiots!!!…….. When the US State Department issues a travel warning to American Citizens in the Middle East, it’s a pretty good indicator to pack turtlenecks and by extension, I can’t help but thinking: ‘Being Anti-Semitic makes no sense, because one day you’re going to get really old and shriveled and wrinkly and crispy and look like one of us’
But integrity is purely a rationalized justification of your more questionable actions…and there’s Revenge in victory and victory in revenge- just as long as there’s a smug satisfaction of accomplishment……..so the best that can be hoped for is:
’If you can put your hands behind your head and not have to make those silly ‘OOh & AHH’ sounds of support while she’s blowing you….. you’re in’
(Tangent)
GEEZ…..You would think by this point in our evolution, to make things easier on chicks the next morning, there would be a ‘cab of shame……….she’s wearing cum stains with a little black dress in it and her ‘just fucked bed head’ screams ‘Poupoun Electrique” …she could be cute enough to hit on…well….. after she’s been hosed down with Clearasil by the elephant caretakers at the circus…bacterially speaking, that is just a petrie dish of a gal…she’s just sobbing gently into her cell phone…so poignant
I hate Sacrificial Virgins who don’t completely grasp the concept of active Volcanoes….