Reckon I could do a flash. Don’t feel like it. Reckon I could make a sound argument that not feeling like it is the only time to do a flash. Honestly I’m too lazy to tell myself to fuck off because I’d get all confrontational about it and shit, I mean it’s not like early in the relationship when I could tell myself to fuck off and I’d be all like ‘you’re so funny’ and then I’d be all ‘no, you are’ and then ‘you are’ and then make little kissy noises. Now it’s like I’m always bitchy to me, sure, I’m all sunshine and lollipops to the fucking mailman, but when the door closes I’m all on the rag again.
Um. Yeah. Well. There you have it.
I could also blame G, cause, you know, without her keeping track it’s like a tree a falling in the forest, which, I’m of the opinion, makes a hell of a crash and probably scares whole litters of squirrels out of mommy squirrels and to cut to the chase, the real existential question mankind has; if a tree falls in a forest and there are no human witness, does anyone give a fuck?
Ok, my formatting has gone all batty. I’m ok with that. I’m curious whether the batty translates or not. Hey, hey, I’m typing here, quit thinking about litters of squirrels popping out of mommy squirrels . Jesus, seriously, you have problems.
Oh, yeah, I hope no one was waiting for me to answer the who gives a fuck question. It’s not even a rhetorical question, it’s more like a rhetorical statement; whenever you ask who gives a fuck the answer is no one. Or you’re not asking the question right. You don’t for instance, just shout out to a crowd “Hey, anyone who gives a fuck raise their hand please? Thank you --- let’s see, that’s one, two …” I mean the scientific method is fucked up. Some people are shouting out “Hell yeah” because, well, I don’t know, they think something else is going on or that they’ll win something or it makes them nervous that no one is giving a fuck. The real fuck givers, well, you’ve just scared a whole litter of squirrels back up into them, because only the man starts counting them what give a fuck.
Boy howdy, them squirrels just keep coming atcha don’t they?
Ok. I’m sure my harassment skills are needed elsewhere.
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