Since I cannot think of anything to blog about today, you
can Choose Your Own Post:
Today a funny/mildly amusing/horrendous thing happened at
work/the pub/the gates of Hell. I/you/Toque McToque went to make copies/make
coffee/make whoopee, but there was a problem with the copier jamming/a lack of
filters/your mom. Luckily Light Bright/Hardingfele/the local Godfather came
along and said, “It just needs to be cleaned”/”I have a secret stash”/”Don’t
involve me in this!” I decided it was time to take a break/break a take/occupy
Wolski’s, since it was getting late/I was getting angry/I always wanted to be
an ornithologist. Downstairs they were selling jewelry/books/illicit drugs, and
Light Bright caved in and got herself a lovely ring/erotic fiction/three grams
of smack. I was more interested in the bake sale/the military surplus store/getting
the heck out of Dodge. All in all, it was a very busy but not terribly
interesting/highly successful/totally fatal day.
Famous Hat
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