Bucket
I got mad at the television tonight. It is so big that my eyes have to move to watch the action so I'm getting vision jumps and brain zaps just from watching tv. Then I began to get dry, pasty mouth and a funny, awful, I-never-want-to-eat-again-ever feeling in my stomach. And a headache. I began wondering if it wouldn't be prudent to find a bucket to keep by my bed tonight.
And yeah so here I am blogging about it and I found this image which is really cheering me up. Bless that dopey walrus and his stupid blue bucket. Ew, there's a "Click to order Jimmy John's Now!" banner on the right side of the page here. I feel like I'm going to hurl but I'm going to click that mofo and see if they'll really deliver a sandwich to me here in my basement at 11:45pm on a rainy Seattle evening.
(time passes, Art clicked the banner, will be back in a moment... now would be a perfect time to hum whatever tune you hum in your head to pass time while you wait for something that isn't going to take too long but warrants a hummed tune to break the silence)
Bah, there's six Jimmy John's in the area and none of them are set up for online ordering. Go to hell, Jimmy. I hope the click cost you ten frigging dollars.
(time passes, Art clicked the banner, will be back in a moment... now would be a perfect time to hum whatever tune you hum in your head to pass time while you wait for something that isn't going to take too long but warrants a hummed tune to break the silence)
Bah, there's six Jimmy John's in the area and none of them are set up for online ordering. Go to hell, Jimmy. I hope the click cost you ten frigging dollars.
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