I just don’t get used to getting up at 6 AM. My arms and legs don’t want to move. My brain doesn’t want to think. I lumber through the house like a drunken Sasquatch, I bump into door frames and cabinets.
Before long I’ll be handing scalding beverages to unsuspecting commuters.
They like to chat with each other on the way out. “Did Sasquatch get your order right today?”
“Nope. Too much squirrel blood again.”
Roger
September 19th, 2008
You can never have too much squirrel blood.
Brian
September 19th, 2008