TGIF. What a week. I cannot remember the last time I was so bored. I tell you kiddies absolutely nothing has happened all this week; it has to all intents and purposes been like spending a lifetime in El Paso. I have not fired up a neuron for days, my little synaptic bridges are healing over and I am suffering from restless brain syndrome. I would like to be able to tell you that the lack of blogging has been caused by a lack of interesting customers to take the rise out of but the truth is that the lack of blogging has been caused by a lack of customers. This place really is a sensory deprivation chamber; perhaps the CIA should bring some of their terrorists in here. I guarantee that within hours they will be ratting out their own mothers.
So just to pass the time the Boss and I decided to draw up our “To Do” lists. This is not a list of jobs but rather a list of people that we would like to enjoy carnal knowledge of. After much consideration I whittled my list down to 243, which is just about every woman that has walked through the Coffee House door. It also included the Smalltown transsexual who I believe has not yet completed its surgical reassignment. (Be nice people she-males need love too). In contrast the Boss’s list comprised of just two people. TWO! Good grief, there you have it, the difference between men and women. You ladies are just so picky. Give it up girls, you know it makes sense.
Much later we both noticed that neither of us appeared on the other’s list, so it looks like the next step is the divorce court, and I thought that the week could not get worse.
So just to pass the time the Boss and I decided to draw up our “To Do” lists. This is not a list of jobs but rather a list of people that we would like to enjoy carnal knowledge of. After much consideration I whittled my list down to 243, which is just about every woman that has walked through the Coffee House door. It also included the Smalltown transsexual who I believe has not yet completed its surgical reassignment. (Be nice people she-males need love too). In contrast the Boss’s list comprised of just two people. TWO! Good grief, there you have it, the difference between men and women. You ladies are just so picky. Give it up girls, you know it makes sense.
Much later we both noticed that neither of us appeared on the other’s list, so it looks like the next step is the divorce court, and I thought that the week could not get worse.
Actually let me state publicly that I will never divorce the Boss. I love my truck far too much for that.
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