December 7, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
Look at her butt.
It is so big.
The word of the day is: Venal.
|[ veen-l ]|
willing to sell one’s influence, especially in return for a bribe; open to bribery; mercenary:
a venal judge.
able to be purchased, as by a bribe:
associated with or characterized by bribery:
a venal administration; venal agreements.
Don’t you fucking judge me.
Don’t act like you don’t accept bribes from your kids to tell them what they’re getting for Grismas.
I feel their plight.
That’s a lot of suspense.
They have enough stress in their lives to worry about.
I help them put their minds at ease.
It’s kinda like when the mob guy shows up at your little flower shop and hints that he and his buddies could protect your shop from hooligans.
“It’d be a real shame if something bad was to happen…”
I tell the kids what they’re getting.
And they give me their money.
It’s not like I’m not paying for those presents.
I’m just getting a small return on my investment.
Yesterday I had my brain smashed.
I learned that the lyrics to a song that I’ve been singing for over twenty years were fucking wrong.
The Violent Femmes song “Waiting For the Bus”.
I thought the lyric was “We all get mad. We all get laid.”
The lyric is actually “We all get mad. We all get late.”
I mean it makes more sense that way.
But I think that getting laid makes more sense to the overarching themes that unite us as humans.
We got the lady and her kid.
We got the guy and his date.
We all get mad.
We all get laid.
It’s just better my way.
I can’t help that they wrote the song wrong.
Four days until comicbook christmas.
I’m late for work.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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