Friday, November 28, 2014

What price creature comforts

I always feel like Black Friday is a day best left ignored. I don't shop. I rarely venture out of the house. I don't watch the news because I don't need another story of a mom beating another mom just to grab the last Tickle My Testicles at a 20% saving.

Although I will say this: grocery shopping on Black Friday is a dream. You may end up literally being the only customer in the store. So there's that.

Anyway, it is Christmas season. Sorry, but I refuse to acknowledge it before Thanksgiving. Fuck you if you do.

Sorry, that was harsh. Do what you do ... just shut the fuck up around me about it. Better?

See? Merry as fuck!
All I wanted for my birthday was a life on the beach. Got it! Now, all I want for Christmas is an awesome house for that life on the beach. You can't see it because Brutus's big ass is blocking it, but it is there under the tree.

Life is good, Dribblers. I hope it is for you, too. Unless you're a Raiders fan. Then I hope you end up in a prison shower.

coffeebeachtime indeed. Let this song wash over you. It's a beautiful thing.

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