Saturday, March 26, 2005

Morning Woe.

Of all the things to pass through one's head the second one wakes up from slumbering all over the floor, "Oh ye Gods, the construction signs are still in my front room," is one of the less palatable.

Then, of course, the headpains set in, leading to the inevitable second thought: "cunting fucksocks."

I go through this process far too often.


At 11:35 pm, Blogger Sable X. Veins said...

But at least the cunting vigilante bastard with the torch and the running didn't catch us.

At 1:27 pm, Blogger Thaddeus "B." Glands said...

Too fucking right!


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