the boat in the fish tank
"You know, I haven't seen Jesus recently," Judas, the bag of chips, observed.I nodded. I was getting sick of him, and besides, he's not a cheep sandwich to have all the time. And, I want to watch my weight. Too much Jesus just goes to my gut.
"So, how was work?" Judas, the bag of chips, asked.
Not bad, I have to say. I mean, I fucking hate my job and all, but it was okay of a day.
Of course, that was before I got home and had to stop the imp. He was sitting in the fucking fish tank with a little rod trying to catch my wife's fucking angel fish. Fucking imp.
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