What is it now, a Tuesday? Yeah, a Tuesday. Let’s see, amusing things presented in an amusing manner . . . I’m stumped. Guess I’ll fall back on the old staple of rambling.
I was talking with Steven the other day, and I remarked, “I’m creative. I’m so creative I make no sense . . . at least I make sorta pseudo-sense to you”
“Say what?” Steven replied.
I guess I just don’t make sense at all.
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Renton is bouncing off the walls tonight. I caught him on the counter earlier, bad kitty. I put him in the bathroom to punish him, and while in there Renton fussed up quite a stink. It hit my nostrils the moment I let him out for dinner. Well, at least I know he’s getting a meaty diet.
One would think that I’d write at least one more once before we leave, but if not, be aware that a bunch of us are goin’ to the beach next week, so I won’t be writin’ nothin’. Yo. I’m digressing into gansta-speak. Yes yes, trip trip, fun fun, bye bye.