More inspirational writing from our darling correspondent, Laura!
The other day, while my neighbor Derrick was at work, I went into his house through the doggie door. He would be fine with me doing this, if he knew me, because sometimes, late at night I see small people going in and out through that thing and I am, after all, kind of small.
Anyway, I went through his things and found the neatest stuff in the drawer of his nightstand.
I am going to have a really good time at the rec center this afternoon!
Cashish! This is always useful.
I think I could buy ice cream for everyone with all this green.
Speaking of green. This is a funny smelling spice.
Maybe we can sprinkle it on our ice cream?
Someone’s not taking the bus today!
Billy better not f*&k with you know who or I’m gonna cuff his ass to the rail on the ramp for handicapped people.
In case me, Steph and Doris need to leave the country in a hurry.
If we travel overseas, we can use this to tape the money to our bodies.
The Treasury Dept. doesn’t like you to take more than ten grand out of the country at once.
This is for Bobby Douglas.
He is very opinionated and likes to advocate untenable positions.
I don’t know what kind of futuristic weaponry this is -- I can't get the raygun to fire right.
But I guess I could bonk someone in the head with it.
Now this is speaking my language -- 9mm of cold double-fired black steel. But I like to follow the rules. No guns at the rec center.
I am leaving this at home. Plus it would never get past those diligent TSA workers at the airport.
I am giving this to my mom. She farts up a storm.
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