the word of the day is FUCK
So this morning I was busy packing for Dave's wedding, and remembering Hank III tickets and this and that. My mind was in a billion different places as I got in my car and backed up the driveway until...crash...scrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaape... FUCK! You see. Liz and Grant spent the night last night. Therefore, their cars were in the driveway. WTF! They never park in the driveway. Anyway, I fucking scraped my car against Liz's car. I got out to take a look at the damage, which sounded fucking awful by the way, and was releived that Liz's car only has a scuff. Liz. I'm sorry. Let me know if I should take care of that for you. In my opinion, I think it makes your car look tough. But, when compared to the fucking monstrous scrape all-the-fucking-way-down-the-side-of-my-fucking-car, my car is considerably more bad-ass than yours. No really, I don't know how bad it is. I immediately resorted to the 'that didn't really happen, if I don't look too closely and ignore it, it will just go away' mode. I'm sure it's not as bad as the image that's in my head, but I still can't bring myself to look at it. Fuck!
And the mother-fucking moco market market owner has learned my name. This means I feel obligated to go there on a more regular basis because they are so fucking nice. It's Mildred's all over again. I went there every Thursday for lunch until I changed jobs. When I eventually went back the nice old sandwich guy was concerned, he missed me and wanted to know if my last experience was bad! I felt terrible! No, Mildred's sandwich guy, I love you, don't change, it's not you, it's me! I work two blocks further away now! To make matters worse, I am now a 'registered customer' at moco market which means I don't even have to give them my debit card to check out or anything! It's all in the system! This make's it way too fucking easy to grab a coffee or some fruit sushi, which I'm enjoying right now. Hey! it was a rough morning i deserve it!
Man, I'm pissed. It's a good night for some mother-fucking Hank III. People are gonna be pushed around by this little girl. I may be short. But I'm a tough mother-fucker.
happy mother-fucking friday mother-fuckers!
And the mother-fucking moco market market owner has learned my name. This means I feel obligated to go there on a more regular basis because they are so fucking nice. It's Mildred's all over again. I went there every Thursday for lunch until I changed jobs. When I eventually went back the nice old sandwich guy was concerned, he missed me and wanted to know if my last experience was bad! I felt terrible! No, Mildred's sandwich guy, I love you, don't change, it's not you, it's me! I work two blocks further away now! To make matters worse, I am now a 'registered customer' at moco market which means I don't even have to give them my debit card to check out or anything! It's all in the system! This make's it way too fucking easy to grab a coffee or some fruit sushi, which I'm enjoying right now. Hey! it was a rough morning i deserve it!
Man, I'm pissed. It's a good night for some mother-fucking Hank III. People are gonna be pushed around by this little girl. I may be short. But I'm a tough mother-fucker.
happy mother-fucking friday mother-fuckers!