Tuesday, February 21, 2012

fucking done for


fucking done for

"You look tired," Judas, the bag of chips, observed.

"Yeah," I admitted.  I just wanted to come home and veg out, but instead, I had to fill the fish tank with water because the fucking imp was drinking out of it like it was a soda.  Man, I can not wait to get rid of the fucking get rid of the fucker. 

"Yeah, well, he's been really irritating since you left this morning," Judas, the bag of chips, said.  "He decided to look for treasure in your cactus pot."

To put it lightly, I was pissed to find the fucking cactus on the floor and the fucking dirt emptied from the pot.  Fucking imp.

fuck

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