Yo.
I’m super hungover today. If I were a yawn factory, I’d be maxing out production and conveyer belts and shit would be burning up and the joint would explode. I blame this young lady, who I was up with really late, laughing hysterically at all manners of things (terlet-related).
Right now I’m eating a $2 chicken sandwich that I just bought at the gas station across the street. It was from one of those glass cases with the rotating shelves. I tell you this to indicate exactly how serious this hangover is because usually, I feel dirty just walking into that place, let alone buying poultry products from it. (Also, I had a bag of Doritos while I was walking back as an appetizer, and got a Slim Jim for dessert.)
Back to regular posting when the spinning stops.
Cheerio,
Carey
p.s. the incredible irony of the above factory statement just became apparent, YOU MUST READ THIS: Slim Jim Factory Explosion
Ha! You ate a Slender James? Really? That snapping sound they make always grossed me out—like the breaking of a bug’s exoskeleton under foot.
The meat is delicious though.
i’m so proud of you. and i mean that in all sincerity and without the teeniest hint of condensation.
(i meant to type that. it just seemed funny.)
but really, i meant, “without the teeniest hint of anything condescending.”
p.s. next time you decide to eat like that, you know how to call. (ahem, me.)
errrr, you know “who” to call.
shite.
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