fuckin imp

fuckin imp

"You smell like a really clean public bathroom," Jesus, the sandwich, said to me as we sat down on the couch. 

"Isn't that an oxy-moron?" Judas, the bag of chips, asked.

It was the imp in the bathroom at work, I explained.  I was in there, and i heard the little fucker laugh as I was just starting to piss.  I made the mistake of looking up.  the fucking imp got me in the eye.  i tried to wash the shit out, but it fucking burned.  So, then my eyes were all red, and everyone I worked with asked if I was okay.  I just said I got something in my eye.  Fucking imp.

"Sounds like you need to kill the fucker," Jesus, the sandwich, said.

"How?" I wondered.

"Try a flyswatter," Jesus, the sandwich, suggested. 

I have to remember the flyswatter tomorrow when I go to work.

"Good luck," Judas, the bag of chips, said to me later.  "It's not easy to kill one of those shits."

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