Stop masturbating.
Wake up at 6AM.
Try to remember previous day.
Consider upgrading to a double-wide trailer for more personal space.
Change out of dirty white undershirt into less dirty white tank-top.
Ride Lawnmower to park.
Remember pants this time.
Hose down statue of Jesus’ bird-pooped arms.
Shoo bums from area that have collected since the last police patrol.
Spit polish “No skateboarding” signs.
Clean the playground of all bodily fluids. (Note to self: THATS NOT MUD)
Re-tag all my own personal graffiti on the tennis practice courts.
Stroll around the baseball diamond in pretty pretty dress.
Quick nap.
Scrounge lunch into broth of bubble gum stuck under the picnic benches and stray bread that the birds haven’t eaten.
Howl at the sun.
Pick up dry cleaning.
Ride lawnmower home.
Stop drinking.
Sleep.
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wow, man, you really got into writing these. Theres been like– a lot recently.
good job btw
haha, i wouldn’t want that job.
Does this mean I have to stop masturbating now? :P
Haha, note to self: that’s not mud. Bravo.
The man that has it all.
I lol’d. A lot. =]