Wednesday, February 1, 2012

fucking fastnauchts


fucking fastnauchts

"How many of those things did you eat?" Judas, the bag of chips, asked as I yawned.

I shrugged.  "About six."

"Fuck, that's a lot," Judas, the bag of chips, observed.

I nodded.  "I fucking love fastnauchts.  No idea why, I just fucking love them."

You know what I love?  Keeping in mind the intention of the Fastnaucht, I love the idea of buying day old Fastnachts.  (if you found that funny, you don't sleep any more either, or you think like me.  either way, I'm sorry.)

fuck



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