Like the great Willie Nelson song, I'm fixin' to be back on the road again. Or like the Robert Earl Keen song said, "I'm Coming Home." It'll be nice to sleep in my own bed again, as opposed to my former boss' bed. (Kinda ewwww, if you know the guy). I did manage to wash the sheets and dry the sheets this morning, since I was up with the cocks...um....roosters this morning. I love insomnia. I guess I'm just excited to get home.
I think that it was good, because I got a lot of packing/cleaning/washing/putting away the midgets/cleaning up spunk/kicking out all the strippers/hauling the donkey from the "donkey show" away, done this morning. (I'm not exactly sure how to make that last sentence correct grammar-wise and all, but you get the point). You know, the usual stuff.* Or is it just me that has to do that stuff?
Well kids, I'm off to start saving the world's puppies and kitties. Awwwwwww.
Take her sleazy, and if she's easy, send her Cameltoes' way.
Keep on keepin' on.
*It sure is hard to take down a stripper pole and repair the damage done to the ceiling in 45 minutes, but I dang sure did it. Annie, there were no midgets/donkeys/strippers at the house, just to let you know. Although, the thought of putting up a stripper pole in the house has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
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