This week has been a strain on the one blonde brain
cell. People have been sucking the life
out of that little guy. I don’t know if
it knows what smacked the silliness out of it.
It could be the stupid people at the retail place I work or customers I
talk too at my day job. Seems like the
stupid stick slapped these people because they want me to not charge tax or
anything for their items. Hello, people
I am not in charge of taxes. If you are
so inclined, you may call the White House and see if they will waive your sales
tax. Because that is a fight I am not
taking on. I have enough of a fight with
the one blonde brain cell. Just saying.
The fight with the one blonde brain cell is real. It is because there is just one, so it is
always punching itself. It’s quite a
site from the inside of the brain. The
little hands have purple sparkly boxing gloves and it wears lime green boxing
trunks. So every once in a while I see a
flash of purple or lime when it is beating itself up because it’s dancing
around the head and there’s a whole lot of room in there.
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