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.
4 comments:
I choose Vivaldi.
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.
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
a little Bill Nelson would be nice,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUxvvw6AhzA
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