It's 6:00 on a Sunday morning and instead of asleep in bed with my wife, I'm back at the office transcribing the adventures of the mentally retarded. The window in my office is open and I can hear a couple guys going thru the dumpsters out back, looking for treasure. They're laughing at some joke that I'm sure isn't actually funny but, regardless, I want to set them on fire for having a better time than I am.
It's that sort of exaggerated self-importance that we're supposed to outgrow when we become adults isn't it? Then again, I've never claimed maturity as one of my strengths. The truly mature don't snicker like little boys when they encounter someone with the last name of Pinkstaff. Officer Pinkstaff was investigating a sexual battery tonight. Whether he likes it or not, Officer Pinkstaff has become my own personal motivator / demon / totem. Or something like that. All I know is that from now on, whenever I get distracted away from doing the right thing (whatever that might be in any given moment), Officer Pinkstaff will be there, looking like one of The Village People on steroids and chasing after me. Officer Pinkstaff has a PR-24 where his penis is supposed to be and he thinks fuck-ups are sexy little bitches. Officer Pinkstaff is The Cock Of Discipline and you do not want to be on his bad side.
Fuck you, it's 6:00am, I can say what I want.
Random thought for the day: It occurred to me earlier this evening that the product name "Walkie Talkie" is actually pretty gay.
It's that sort of exaggerated self-importance that we're supposed to outgrow when we become adults isn't it? Then again, I've never claimed maturity as one of my strengths. The truly mature don't snicker like little boys when they encounter someone with the last name of Pinkstaff. Officer Pinkstaff was investigating a sexual battery tonight. Whether he likes it or not, Officer Pinkstaff has become my own personal motivator / demon / totem. Or something like that. All I know is that from now on, whenever I get distracted away from doing the right thing (whatever that might be in any given moment), Officer Pinkstaff will be there, looking like one of The Village People on steroids and chasing after me. Officer Pinkstaff has a PR-24 where his penis is supposed to be and he thinks fuck-ups are sexy little bitches. Officer Pinkstaff is The Cock Of Discipline and you do not want to be on his bad side.
Fuck you, it's 6:00am, I can say what I want.
Random thought for the day: It occurred to me earlier this evening that the product name "Walkie Talkie" is actually pretty gay.
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