Which means even though it’s technically the afternoon, it’s the perfect time for some Monday Morning Haiku.
I call this one FMM (For “Fuck My Monday”)
FMM
Car got a flat tire.
Dog crap frozen to the ground.
Car is still broken.
Black Gold
The dog is too fat
Sneaks and eats the cat’s food too.
At least there’s coffee
(this story is filed in “finished fiction” and “works in progress” because, although it was written to it’s end, I am not yet happy with the final result…)
I’ve never told anyone this story. I don’t know if anyone would believe it. Sometimes I don’t believe it. Or if they did believe, maybe people would say I was exaggerating. Continue reading
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