this all began saturday morning when I was chopping onions...fellow club member gets cellphone call and remarks, "Bob's eyeball fell out, I have to go..." with the sort of nonchalance that such a comment definitely does not bring with it...HUH? I thought
then yesterday a 5 am call when I'm snoring my deepest snores, "need your help" voicemail as in to vaccuum and so forth so I think 'when I wake up' but no it's an urgent call prompted by extreme pain..and I only got that after some discussion with the party in question...so, fogs big time in and my usual fren...who can't move around much without shuffling...has 'loaned money' to someone who's now taking care of the household chores so my little bit of scratch has developed its own flea...again I should say, this has happened before and maybe the fren will be bitching about how the loanee has not done her duty and that's why the house is a wreck (she wouldn't be doing the dishes, the shuffler)...anyways...don't know what to do about all of this, try to remain above it and get my art show on the walls and remain calm and so on and so forth but when you sit in church every sunday with the actual perpetrator good ol mickey mouse himself with glasses and a fat butt and a puss well...why not, so I thought so I did...
anyways, I'm outta here for now...back to this another time maybe friday afternoon dunno...time's short, have to make supper for the painer...
then yesterday a 5 am call when I'm snoring my deepest snores, "need your help" voicemail as in to vaccuum and so forth so I think 'when I wake up' but no it's an urgent call prompted by extreme pain..and I only got that after some discussion with the party in question...so, fogs big time in and my usual fren...who can't move around much without shuffling...has 'loaned money' to someone who's now taking care of the household chores so my little bit of scratch has developed its own flea...again I should say, this has happened before and maybe the fren will be bitching about how the loanee has not done her duty and that's why the house is a wreck (she wouldn't be doing the dishes, the shuffler)...anyways...don't know what to do about all of this, try to remain above it and get my art show on the walls and remain calm and so on and so forth but when you sit in church every sunday with the actual perpetrator good ol mickey mouse himself with glasses and a fat butt and a puss well...why not, so I thought so I did...
anyways, I'm outta here for now...back to this another time maybe friday afternoon dunno...time's short, have to make supper for the painer...
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