Mar 2014
I was half hung the **** over and feeling like total **** left to die.
The ***** was gone and the room looked like someone had set a bomb off in a ******* .
The phone rang out a ******* annoying *** banshee much like a Selena Gomez record sure everyone likes spoiled little ****** just not with the sound on.
I answered the phone with all my southern charm.
What the **** do you want ! ?
There was a dead silence when finally a voice spoke on the other end.
Um MR Robbins is this a bad time?
Well considering I haven't had a drink and my head feels like it was
hit by a plane nobody can find yeah sure it's a great ******* time.
Well MR Robbins the man continued on about **** I could care less about going through his whole pitch trying to sell me some over priced life insurance .
Yeah you got to love a paycheck you'll never see newsflash after I kick the bucket I don't give a **** if you roll me up in a carpet and toss me in a landfill .
Well MR Robbins can we sign you up ?
I paused just to simply to hold up the works and make you the reader say where the **** is he going with this ****.
My friend I get this is your job but the only thing certain in this existence is death and I have far better things and strippers to waste my money on than a fund for when I kick the bucket .
Sure I could put money aside for a time I wont enjoy it, yeah and I could settle down get married become a regular dude who works his *** off till I retire to sit in a recliner **** myself and watch commercials about pills that'll give you a stiff **** and so many ******* side effects you'll do everything but glow in the ******* dark.
There is no ******* promise of tomorrow kids so live your **** off today and **** the future we can only know the present.
I slammed the phone down and poured what was left of a dead solider in a pint glass .
It was bitter and almost warm and as I chased it with a good cigarette
and thought to myself as the jukebox came to life .
Dam I sure hope that was a beer if not someone probably needs to go to the free clinic .
Stay crazy hamsters .
Gonzo
The ***** was gone and the room looked like someone had set a bomb off in a ******* .
The phone rang out a ******* annoying *** banshee much like a Selena Gomez record sure everyone likes spoiled little ****** just not with the sound on.
I answered the phone with all my southern charm.
What the **** do you want ! ?
There was a dead silence when finally a voice spoke on the other end.
Um MR Robbins is this a bad time?
Well considering I haven't had a drink and my head feels like it was
hit by a plane nobody can find yeah sure it's a great ******* time.
Well MR Robbins the man continued on about **** I could care less about going through his whole pitch trying to sell me some over priced life insurance .
Yeah you got to love a paycheck you'll never see newsflash after I kick the bucket I don't give a **** if you roll me up in a carpet and toss me in a landfill .
Well MR Robbins can we sign you up ?
I paused just to simply to hold up the works and make you the reader say where the **** is he going with this ****.
My friend I get this is your job but the only thing certain in this existence is death and I have far better things and strippers to waste my money on than a fund for when I kick the bucket .
Sure I could put money aside for a time I wont enjoy it, yeah and I could settle down get married become a regular dude who works his *** off till I retire to sit in a recliner **** myself and watch commercials about pills that'll give you a stiff **** and so many ******* side effects you'll do everything but glow in the ******* dark.
There is no ******* promise of tomorrow kids so live your **** off today and **** the future we can only know the present.
I slammed the phone down and poured what was left of a dead solider in a pint glass .
It was bitter and almost warm and as I chased it with a good cigarette
and thought to myself as the jukebox came to life .
Dam I sure hope that was a beer if not someone probably needs to go to the free clinic .
Stay crazy hamsters .
Gonzo
