May 17, 2018 by sandwichcontrol
Nah. That’s just a Stephen King double-goer driving a RAMbulance.
Because for some cod forsaken reason nobody stocks my fucking peanut butter any more.
Don’t worry. I’m going to order a case of it online.
And I’m going to fill one of my fridges with it.
That’ll show ’em.
What’d you say to me?
Look me in the eyes and say that…
Yeah. That’s what I thought.
Shuddup lady. Your mouth looks like a cats anus.
I really need to start sleeping at night.
Today is Thursday. And it’s looking to be a weird one. Again.
A lot of my usual stuff is canceled and then being replaced by a bunch of unusual stuff.
Ain’t it always the way?
Tonight I may go for a run.
Or I may go see the new Deadpool movie.
Or if I’m feeling extra saucy, I might just do both.
Either way it’s cutting in to my comic reading time.
But there’s a lot to do before then.
All of which centers around this cup of coffee.
Which I will now go drink.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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