My back has been killing me today. This old weary body is well worn and abused. I'm convinced I will be hobbling around on a cane or walker and gumming my food soon.
"Where are my pills godammit?! Kids today and their boys wearing girl pants...why in my day if a guy was wearing girl pants he'd best be prepared to take it in the...Where are my pants?!"
A tired voice from a long-suffering spouse comes from the kitchen, "You're wearing them, dear."
I would continue my tirade at the timid child sitting at my feet (who might or might not actually be there) for hours about how the kids today just needed a "good sitting down and listening to Slayer's Reign in Blood. That'd set 'em straight damn it."
But, maybe, just maybe I'll be a little rascal on my Little Rascal.
Fuck allergies btw. My eyes burn and itch. Beyond that all is good in my world.
"Where are my pills godammit?! Kids today and their boys wearing girl pants...why in my day if a guy was wearing girl pants he'd best be prepared to take it in the...Where are my pants?!"
A tired voice from a long-suffering spouse comes from the kitchen, "You're wearing them, dear."
I would continue my tirade at the timid child sitting at my feet (who might or might not actually be there) for hours about how the kids today just needed a "good sitting down and listening to Slayer's Reign in Blood. That'd set 'em straight damn it."
But, maybe, just maybe I'll be a little rascal on my Little Rascal.
Fuck allergies btw. My eyes burn and itch. Beyond that all is good in my world.
vainr:
doing
noctem:
What's up??? How've you been?