The rest of the day was okay. Some guy thought it was just hilarious to tap the glass while I was getting his tickets. What am I? An elephant at the zoo? Here, let me give you peanuts to throw at me. Or what about the really mature prank call I got? Do people really have no lives? Oh let's call and harass Zanne, make her night more interesting. I will admit, I was bored and his middle eastern accent was really horrible. I mean if your gonna prank call me...Prank Call me. Don't make it so fucking noticeable that I don't laugh. Trick me! Make me laugh, I enjoy a good joke every now and then.
So I get off work and step outside...WTF...It's like 20 degrees. I'm so not prepared for this. When I left my house it was sunny and warm and just right. My weatherman sucks! Where's Chuck Norris when I need him to roundhouse kick Troy Dungan in the face?
If that's not bad enough, I have to get gas. My low fuel light is blinking and mocking me. So once again I have to get out of the warmth of my car to pump gas. But on a better note, I paid $1.92 a gallon. I took a double take. When was the last time you you saw gas that cheap? I'm laughing because that's not really cheap. I remember a time when I had a president that liked to get blow jobs and gas was below a dollar. But anyway, I was so excited that I left the radio on and jammed to "Dancing With Myself ." Hey the dance kept me warm. And Billy Idol rocks.Good times. Good times.




1 comment:
you know what i would do...?
i'd like to buy the world coke and sing in harmony...but that's just me. and it wouldn't be coke, but DP!
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