I will be a millionaire

I just had a revelation.  My dog was being very needy, so I slapped him around a little (in a good way) then sat back down.  I was trying to read the paper and he kept annoying me to no end by doing the paw swat to my leg.  I couldn’t take it anymore, so I went to the store and grabbed some bones.  Problem solved for the rest of the day.

It clicked in my head at that moment.  I need to find human bones.  Not human bones, as in a dead person, rather something I can toss at people that annoy the shit out of me.  They run after it, my life is completely back to unbothered.  Sunday when I went to the store, I had bad timing and kept winding up in the same aisle as a guy with what I think was whooping cough.  He looked pretty rough, both from illness and lifestyle choices.  If only I had something, other than meth, on my person I could toss and get this diseasebag out of my comfort zone.  I will be testing alcohol infused snack cakes that sparkle like diamonds today…I think that covers about 85% of human population.  If only I could find a way to make them give false compliments…”Your stories are interesting, lady everyone hates being stuck in line with!”  Thank you, talking sparkly vodka cupcake!  Then I escape the web of boring conversation.  Off to the lab!

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