Did you have a good day?
Does anyone really care?
I have realized that most of us don’t give a rat’s ass how your day was.
We are all so ridiculously self centered, that we think that our challenges are the worst of the worst.
Well, my fellow idiots.
I had a bad day.
It got so ridiculous at one point, that I told the Beaver and Oscar that I had opened a Chinese fortune cookie and it just happened to be an anciently wise warning: “Shut the heck up, Pat.”
At 5pm, I watched, as the Beav sauntered to her car, and as Oscar sat at her desk, twerking and eating the last of my mint kit kats.
As I drove through the deer infested roads, I was seriously stressed. I mean it was raining and dark and all that stuff, so I stopped for a few night caps, only to encounter Scott and Brain, at the bar.
Brian still had his cold and sounded like Froggy.
Scott? Well, let’s just say: Ditch those shorts for a pair of pants.
Oh oh. I take that back.
I can pee.
And the chicken butt?
Wee wee wee!
All the way home!