Two Days Off…
In a row. Who’s ass did I fuck in order to accomplish this act of greatness (Robert fucking Robert, I love being the boss)? Seriously, I’m taking the jeep for some puddle jumping and the sort and then it is on to some revenge that I’ve been putting off, but now that I have some spare time, might as well ruin someone’s day. To think, this type of behavior can be traced back to my youth when we’d pile into the back of Mitch (that was the blue S-10 for those of you struggling to keep up) and throw chicken nuggets at people. But fuck, I’ve burned that bridge down. I’m talking huge fucking call the insurance because we are going to have to claim every last fucking mundane detail of our life and slowly piece back together the little piles of shit that made up bigger piles of shit but Robert damn it, it was our shit and the shit that we attached memories to is the shit that can’t get replaced so fuck, all we are fucking left with is a pile of shit. Huge fucking flames with you over there….
And I’m over here.
And I’m over here.