diary of a day off

Will I or won’t I brush/wash my hair

I think the above pic provides the answer to that one

And hot damn my toe (s)are LONG nails need some work

Let’s get that fixed shall we?

Then once the tummy starts a rumblin’

And I turn into a cranky mol

It’s time to search for a suitable feeding’ venue

Bingo

Then you find that your powers of super-vision-restaurant-finding, suck arse

‘Cause the above joint has been closed 2 years

And on closer inspection, the thick-as-fuck spider’s webs surrounding the place, prove it

Plan B

Is already a winning decision

And if you factor in THIS

Your pants don’t fit any more

 

So you should always exercise after a hearty meal

Your index finger anyway

POKEY TIME!

The view to the right

Is kinda familiar

And to the left

Yeah, I’m gonna need some of these

Apparently this means sucka you lost all your money not tonight lady

And of you hoot, holler & what-the-fuck-I didn’t-win?

Some moody, smelling guy with a nametag

Creeps up beside you and hands you a card that reads…

So you go and have a seat in the corner

And check out your Facebook page ’cause you’re a loser

Then some random lady with hella long acrylic nails jumps in your seat

And proceeds to win the $10,000 jackpot

So you proceed to plot your revenge on the bitch party your cares away

Or not