The Bedroom (after)
A bunch of friends went to the racetrack tonight. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t go. I just checked the post times, and the fifth race is about to go off. That’s usually the time I start borrowing money.
Look what Benny did today!
- Picked up empty beer can and spit cup I left next to the sofa last night
Chico has some lame ass vacuum cleaner that looks like something you would carry in the glove compartment. I have a commercial Oreck that sucks harder than the chick I took to G’s Christmas Party in the 90’s.
Inside joke.
There’s just one problem with my vacuum – it doesn’t work every time.
One day, I asked Chico why he wasn’t using my Oreck. “It doesn’t even turn on when you flick the switch,” he said.
“Well, sometimes I don’t either. But when I do, it’s magic for the ladies.”
He still uses the car vac.
Things that make me say WTF?
People that post on Facebook every Friday saying how happy they are the weekend is finally here.
No shit? What – you think someone on your friend list is going to write, “Damn, the weekend’s here already? I wish it was Monday. I hate fun.”
SOB Tribute to Facebook Fridays
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I got sick of my job, sick of my wife. Sick of my future and sick of my life. I packed up my car and I got some gas. And told everybody they could kiss my ass.