Your love is like cat burgers
the SJWs will be the death of us....
Today I identify as a spork
With great hope and even more trepidation, I started my first day of Forced Vacation. You remember - the days Work told me I have to take or I lose them. Only vacationing is... hard.. for me. When I work, there's always something to do, and a right way to do it. Without the structure of work, I get confused. And I get up to things, like organizing a Pied Piper to lead all the loud little neighborhood children off the street. You'd think the neighbors would have a vested interest in keeping my little mind occupied. Except for next door, who also thinks the children are too damn loud.
I began my day just like any other: screamed in horror at the realization I had to get up. The only difference is that I screamed at 2pm, not 7am. And believe me, after all that sleep, I needed a nap. I wasn't even sure I had enough energy to carry me from the bed to the sofa, where I could safely start my napping activities in earnest.
After hooking up the coffee IV, I began to plan the day. More accurately I planned the day's naps. I nap well. I was even going to go professional until I discovered depressed people can sleep all day. How could I possibly compete with that? It was so demoralizing, I needed a nap.
After I got that sorted out, I screamed again, because I remembered this was day 1 of my forced vacation. I wasn't ready. How does one prepare for something like this? I didn't have the time to do the research before I got my days off. I'm a vacation novice - I was scared. After some breathing exercises the doctors gave me, I screamed again. Breathing exercises don't work. Nor does visualization or meditation, or any of that other crap, especially on the attention-addled. One doctor had me close my eyes and picture myself going down flights of stairs. When he was done, it was apparent he had hypnotized himself, while the whole exercise just annoyed me and I could hear every car that went by the office, through the closed window. It was right out of a sitcom, maybe Monk. Maybe Three Stooges.
I sat with the dog for a while. Dogs are great for people. They get anxiety and blood pressure down. I asked her what we should have for breakfast and what I should do on my first day of vacation. The answers, as usual, were a can of tuna, and rub her belly. Oddly, this did not lower my blood pressure. And I stopped eating tuna for breakfast after the porta-potty incident.
I had been giving some thought to what to do on vacation. Let me know if you think any of these would be good....
- taking the time to learn to drink properly
- getting a job as a reviewer of pr0n, writing about the plot
- a second midlife crisis
- learn a quick, easy foreign language. Like Chinese.
- translate all versions of the bible to Swahili
- crash course on making those little drink umbrellas
- find a trophy girlfriend (made difficult by Wife's strict No Dating policy)
- Learn how to be a chef. At least learn to drizzle stuff over something the chef made.
- help Wife get rid of her frequent headaches
- Firefox users can't reach Microsoft.com. A workaround has been published, leaving users to believe there's something wrong with not being able to reach Microsoft.
- a Florida man was kicked off a United flight for using a thong as a mask, in protest
- he said since the thong covered both his mouth and nose, he was in compliance with rules, and compared himself to Rosa Parks. Parks could not be reached for comment.
- United said it stands behind its crew: "Thongs are only allowed in the cockpit."
- An Idaho man charged with murder and cannibalism in the death of a 70-year-old man allegedly believed that eating the victim’s flesh would “cure his brain.”
- I'm not a doctor, but I think he'll need more than eating the guy to cure his brain,
the Flying Spaghetti Monster |
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- Grandma Got Run Over by Antifa
- We Wish You a Non-Denominational Song of the Late December Season
- On the First Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me-One Just Made BLM Sign
- We Need a Little Kwaanza
- Silent Night (with no hate speech)
- Feliz Navidad (you better learn Spanish-we're changing all the street signs and legal forms)
- I'm Dreaming of No White Privilege
- O Little Town of Bethlehem, where nobody was allowed to carry guns
- Hark! The 256-Gendered Angels Sing
- All I Want for Christmas is Preferential Gender and Minority Hiring
- Deck the Halls with Parts of Whitey
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