The locusts have arrived...
There are currently three men tearing thru the kitchen, ketchup flying. I got all that shit done, then, for a twist, I made two kinds of toast...regular and cinnamon/sugar.
I've also been doing dishes all along. Ya know, I could listen to Barry White non-stop for hours. It still hurts that he died... Oh well...whatcha gonna do? Go play him again, that's what I'm gonna do.
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