Pooched out Friday afternoon.
Me and Homer chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and shooting some b-ball outside of the school on a Friday afternoon.
“Let me understand this cause, ya know maybe it’s me, I’m a little fucked up maybe, but I’m funny how, I mean funny like I’m a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I’m here to fuckin’ amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?”
Probably time to go home.
I hate it when I have to have a one-on-one conversation with my ball on a Friday afternoon.
Friday afternoon is the best for too much ball.
“What have I done?
Sweet Jesus, what have I done?
Become a thief in the night,
Become a dog on the run?”
No, just ending my week at Tumblr HQ.
If it’s Friday, it’s ball.
So i was having trouble snoozing and along comes Kris. He was like “having trouble snoozing Woody?” and I was like “i’m having trouble snoozing Kris”. So he Vulcan Death Gripped me. True Story.
Happy Friday Everyone.
