yubglublubi... i gmensl yu

yubglublubi... i gmensl yu

I was so fucking tired when I got to work today.  It was a rough morning.  The imp was tormenting the turtle by dangling food sticks before him and then throwing them into the water.  I yelled at the imp and he hid behind the tank.

"I told you so," Judas, the bag of chips, said.  "How was work?"

I shrugged.  It was work.  I hate the fucking job. 

"At least you have a fucking job," Judas, the bag of chips, said.  "And you have a cock."  He sighed.

It was about that time when Jesus, the sandwich, came in and huffed.  I turned around and looked at him and wondered how the fuck he got to my house.

"You had better not have fucked with the plants!" Jesus, the sandwich, barked at me.

"The fucking plants are fine," I said.  I turned and ignored him.  I was hoping he'd go away.  He didn't.  I finally turned back to Jesus, the sandwich, and asked what he wanted.

"Don't you like me any more?" Jesus, the sandwich, asked sadly.

I told him that I just haven't had time to stop and get a delicious Jesus.  But since he was there, I devoured his holy, mayonaised garnished body.

"You realize that he's going to just keep coming back again and again," Judas, the bag of chips, explained.

I nodded.

fuck