welfare bum

Successfully missing the point since 1977.

Friday, January 13, 2006

black like my soul

to the lady working at the tim horton's this morning with the bee hive and too much make up:
when i tell you i would like a large black coffee, that is not a secret code for large double-double.  there wasn't any implied meaning, hidden agenda or ingenious puzzle for you to solve - just a coffee with nothing in it except for coffee.
to the idiot who hid my wallet on the floor of my apartment (me):
you knew that by leaving the wallet there that the cats would see it as a toy, play with it and leave it somewhere retarded - what possessed you to leave it there?  do you know you could have gotten a $100 ticket for driving to work without it yesterday?  and how did you not notice that it wasn't in your pocket when you left yesterday?


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