Sunday, February 19, 2012

the boat in the fish tank


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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