Friday Fro Yo
I wonder what the elevators at work do after hours. I think they get drunk on power and drop two floors at once. They probably give free rides to mice.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, I go outside and invite demons into my house.
I once hid in a bale of hay for six hours.
When I was young, I was walking around the house with my eyes closed and I fell down our staircase. I think that’s probably the stupidest thing of done, other than watching Boiling Point with Wesley Snipes.
I think instead of saying is there egg on my face, I’m going to say is Hannibal Lector slicing off a piece of my brain, cooking and having me eat it, because that’s how I think this meeting is going right now on our budget for next year.
I mean how much of yourself do you think you could eat if you had too, I mean don’t we all get sick of the tuna noodle casserole after like two days. You’d say, “Me! Again! For Dinner! I can’t wait till we have Mac & Cheese on Friday! At least I can put hot sauce on that!”
Eddy’s Fro Yo Cookies and Cream Tonight! Yippee!