February 27, 2015

I don't care what color the dress is

I need s vacation. Not from work, from winter. I need to sit on the patio, sipping a cold beverage burning silky tobacco rolled between the thighs of a Latin beauty in some Caribbean Island or Central American cigar factory. Shut up, I refuse to believe my stogie is rolled by the stubby fingers of a fat sweaty mamacita or wrinkled old man spitting phlegm between puffs of his factory second.

I stare out the office window at the snow-covered ground. I listen to the frigid wind and the creak of the siding. The sun is bright, but the air is cold.

Spring is coming. Summer will follow.  I am ready to bitch about the heat and humidity.

Choose your own adventure for today's Friday music selection.


Ed Bonderenka said...

I choose Vivaldi.

Fuzzy Curmudgeon said...

That dress I keep hearing about -- is that a thing? Because I do not know how I could give less of a flip about it.

Anonymous said...

The dress is important it shows how a majority of people see something that is not there. Example our current President.

Use to be Jesus

hey teacher... said...

a little Bill Nelson would be nice,

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