I want you to start putting what I drank at the beginning of these posts. Here it is for this time:
2 shots scotch, 3 craft beers, 2 highball rum and cokes
My bank card got all locked up because I bought a ukulele. I think they thought that some rogue musical thief has taken my card and is buying random-ass instruments. I guess that pied-piper guy was a musical thief. Or like a musical kidnapper. I don't know man, I don't have that much tonight. I've forgotten more ideas than you've ever had, dick. Oh I finally switched around the letters on that sign from 'we sell propane' to 'we sell ape porn' last night and they had taken it down by today. They didn't even fix it, they just got rid of the whole thing. Also, I drew a picture at work today of a bunny eating a carrot saying "things are really starting to work out" and then a T-Rex is creeping up behind him about to eat the bunny saying "things are really starting to work out" and then behind the T-Rex a meteor is about to hit the Earth. It's all about your perspective; enjoy the little things. Did you know that they don't sell sour mix at our Walmart? Total trapezoids man. Fin!
*Dictated but not Read*
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