Monday’s are always brutal. Like the walk of shame on a Sunday morning in a small town where everyone knows you. You remember wearing a pair of turquoise shorts, tall athletic socks that had the yellow & blue rings at the top, and a harley davidson shirt because some chick puked on you the night before. No experience there, just something I remember somebody telling me once. Sometimes you just want to punch everyone that looks at you just because they are looking at you. You are not alone.
We should have kill stupid people day. I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it until it sticks. My luck the day it gets passed I’ll be the dipshit parked in the middle of the intersection during a red light. Hate that fucker. Don’t go out there unless you KNOW it won’t turn red on you and you’re stuck blocking everybody else. You’re the important guy driving your 82′ Accord. Yep Mr. Doctor important guy talking on your car phone.
Co-worker is another word for dumbass mother fucker I spend 8 hours a day with. I guess it got to wordy and they had to shorten it somehow. Not sure why the work is in there though. Must be some inside joke by the people that made it up. Most co-workers don’t work at all. They just fuck stuff up for the rest of us that actually do stuff during the day. Somebody out there has to feel my pain.
Ah Monday you big beautiful bitch you. Like a really big drunk chick with bad breath that wants to sit on your lap because your in a wheelchair and that makes sense…. Hmm my legs don’t work so you want to squish them out of existence?? Thanks for the offer baby, but I’ll pass for tonight. 6 shots later I take her home. Ahh Monday….
So I thought I would write a little something for you all on this day. Yesterday was my biggest day ever for people reading my blog. All 4 of you on the same day. Enjoy the picture as it is the best part of my Monday.
Fknbucky
Fuckin Bucky rocks!!!!