And there it was – a singular fallen cookie.
On display for all to see but no one’s buying it. Dropped there by a careless teen, no doubt. Those teens can’t do anything right. Not that I wouldn’t eat it. I would. I’d quite literally eat anything. I’d even eat a cookie dipped in ranch dressing if need be. By I’d even I mean I did and by if need be I mean unprovoked and it was yesterday and I showed everyone and it was HILARIOUS.
Quick note to the elderly man and his wife and grandson from the movie theatre the other day. If you enter a theatre that’s mostly empty and see a tubby, thin-haired man and his son who’ve clearly left a 3-seat buffer to the aisle, find somewhere else to sit ya dickweed. Yeah, I’ll stand up and move over but you’re getting a dirty look that’ll haunt you to the end of your days which, let’s face it, will probably conclude no more than 5 to 10 years after mine.
Warning light’s on in my car for the airbag and safety system. Gotta stop by NiagaraFallsKyle’s house tomorrow for a scan job. Now there’s a guy with great hair. A confident ginger with thick, lustrous locks. Such a great talker too. Maybe he’ll update me on the current trends in Japanese eel cunt porn. Maybe he’ll show me his recent not-square TV or appliance acquisition. Don’t know. All I can say for sure is there’ll probably be a cat at the door that I’m not sure I should be letting in or out, as the case may be. Yep. Pretty exciting Thursday lined up.