I'm home.

I made it.
BUT...
I'm not done yet.

'Bout to go to the store... again.

I need Diet Mt. Dew and one of the guys who works here wants me to pick him up a 5 pound bag of "floor", as he calls it.
He's Polish and his accent is cool as hell.
Floor.

I'm assuming he means "flour".
I dunno what he needs it for, but if any of my cats turn up missing and he's gained 50 pounds any time soon...
*grin*

We're also supposed to get all but washed away any time, here.

*rolls eyes*

Pith off, Thindy.
And, same goes to you, Denny-caine.
We don't need y'alls shit 'round here.
We gots enough, thanks.
Cow, dog, cat, kitten, rabbit, rooster, horse....
As IF we need any more, right?

Wanna know the ONLY reason it hasn't started raining here yet?
Me.
I got the stalls ready "in case", so of course, it didn't.

I may just go put on my duster and wear it in total defiance so it CAN'T rain here.
It's worked before.

If I get ready for it to rain, it doesn't.
However, if I wash my car, it begats an immediate downpour, just long enough to frick up my wash/wax job.
And to make mud for the cats to walk thru enroute to my windows on my car.

They find that loads of fun, apparently.

My car usually looks like it's been sponge-painted by a cat-obsessed acidhead or something.

Multi-sized kitty prints going in every conceivable direction across the glass, hood and everywhere else they can manage.

It's like... cat-ouflage.
Camouflage/cat-ouflage.
Get it?

*deafing sound of crickets chirping*

Aw, c'mon. That was funny.
Cat-ouflage.

*silence*

Lookit, man.
I've been awake since noon yestiddy.
I got no professional writers and I've been writin' my own material for 42 years and I'm old now.
Jay Freakin' Leno gets rich offa other peoples mental gymnastics and I get looked at funny for the same shit.

He gets rich, I get the authorites called.

Niiiice.

I see how y'all are.
Uh-huh.

Fiiiine.
Be like that.

'Cause see, being looked at straight-faced by people when I'm crackin' myself up just makes me laugh harder.

The more they look like they think I'm knuckin' futz, the more knuckin' futz I get.

Yeah.
THAT'S what's wrong wit' me.

OTHER people.

Of course.

*rolling around on floor (flour?) laughing at myself*

Anyhoo, off to the store.
Back soon.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 06:21 PM

Comments

1 Careful about that rolling in the flour. Your wetspot will show. :-)

Posted by: assrot at July 08, 2005 09:04 AM (ARCEn)

2 Ya know...

I did have that thought race through my brain when I typed that last night, but I was so tired, I just let it go.
Guess I shouldn'ta, huh?

Man, do I wish there was a way to use pucntuation to show a a "smiley face stickin' out it's tongue at ya".

Frankly, I was so tired last night that I had a good, old-fashioned temper tantrum, too.
*siiigh*

Or maybe it also had to do with pressure.
I dunno.

Gonna go purge it, thereby proving once again that I tell the truth, even if it makes me look like an ass.
(I hate that about me, sometimes...)

Posted by: Stevie at July 08, 2005 11:31 AM (/6AZM)






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