Juan Is the Loneliest Number.


October 13, 2021 by sandwichcontrol

Tù can be as bad as Juan. It’s the loneliest number since the number Juan.

The word of the day is: Smitten.

[ smit-n ]
struck, as with a hard blow.
grievously or disastrously stricken or afflicted.
very much in love.
a past participle of smite.

How in the actual fuck are we at Wednesday again already?!

(Smashes dude’s head into table. Flips Karen mullet.)

I want to speak to the manager.


I could wreck some fish-n-chips right now.

With malt vinegar and ketchup and black pepper.

I’ll have to bake them.

Since I don’t have an air fryer.

Maybe some Oreos, too.

For good measure.

All this running makes my tummy hungry.

Yesterday was arm day in the workout.

But I did a fair bit of running at Aldis the Goldenboy’s futbol practice.

The parents sort of became the opposing team.

I got to play keeper for the old folks.

Me versus Aldis.

You can probably guess who won.

Coddamn right the parents did.

Suckit little kids.

I have no idea if I have anything on the books today.

I don’t even know where these “books” are at the moment.

Probably Venus.


Every fucking time.

Maybe I should take a nap.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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