Yeah! You! Yeah, you, with the pleurosy! Stop hacking up your lungs! Stop sleeping on the table! Finish up your hot tea and honey and go home!
I need that table! Iit has an outlet where I can plug my laptop in. My battery power is dwindling. Hurry up! Wake up and go home!
Oh, and do you have a Clorox wet wipe on you, by chance?
Addendum, 15 minutes later:
Whoops, buddy, you just lost your drawers; undies and all, while you were warming up that tea in the community microwave. You don't notice, and I'm not going to be the one to point it out.
You know what? I think I'll just head home when this battery runs down. Coffee Shop Ass has diminished my appetite for your table and chair.
Still, you should go home.
And pick up some Nyquil on your way.
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2 comments:
oooh gross...undies and all? Nasty.
Lilly white ass, baby, shining to the world as he checked the temperature of his hot tea in the microwave built in under the counter.
Exciting Friday night.
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