Cover me in butter and call Me a Lobster!
This piss poor excuse for a house is only shielding me in the vaguest of ways from that ball of fire in the sky; I think it may be affecting my mental processes. Not half an hour ago, I found myself stealing art supplies from the neighbors garbage...admittedly, it was a good score, however, I blame it on the Heat.
I found four "Labels" in a strong font with foamcore backing. They read, "ART GALLERY", "HOMELESS SHELTER", "GALLANT MALE ROOM" & "HOARDER'S MIND". I've proceeded to place them about the house in appropriate places.
As always, I take my amusements where I can find them.
1 comment:
Take me to the Gallant Male Room!!!!! It's sounds real swell!
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