Fucking Daylight Saving. I can't afford to lose an hour.Last week alone, I lost an hour picking up after the dog on our walks. Two hours vanished whilst standing in line at The Beer Store, returning empties. And I lost a good forty minutes when my dick got caught in a zipper. (I was trying on new trousers at Sears.)
In an effort to stave off the theft of another sixty minutes, I started drinking early tonight. (Won't even notice it's missing tomorrow.)
Llewellen... tap us a keg. And make it snappy. Time's awastin'.
2 comments:
If they were a pair of 'Arnold Palmer's' finest pantaloons you were modeling, then you deserved to get that old tallywhacker of yours caught in the teeth.
Omar: Kee-rist, no. They weren't Arnie's. Actually, it was a pair of nifty cargo pants. (I should have kept an eye on the cargo, though.)
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