Air mattress got a hole. I wake up like 6-8 times a night on a what’s the other word for f##ked up SNAFU inflatabed sitting my ass on the floor with my knees up in the air (this would be less bad if i was a chick)
so I deflated it sunday, finally.
sleeping on the floor sucks just as bad
I haven’t slept more than an hour or three a night in a week and a half jesus
and I bought a real bed
and a real bed doesn’t exist at a retail shop
and they’re shipping the bed
and it gets there thursday
so
I
can
sleep
in two more days
all of you can go to hell
jesus christ why can’t I get my thoughts in order, I don’t even remember how I got to work today
by the way speaking of jesus Twining’s Irish Breakfast Tea is made by God himself
Ralph: “Um, Miss Hoover? There’s a dog in the vent.”
Miss Hoover: “Ralph, remember the time you said Snagglepuss was outside?”
Ralph: “He was going to the bathroom.”
There are some good arguments for vegetarianism. Not just health reasons but humane ones. Animals have personalities, even cows and especially pigs. When I was a kid I lived on a farm for a few years, it was a great contrast cause up until then I spent my whole life in the inner city.
Where I was living there was this cow. I would visit with it several times a day. I wasn’t the one who milked it regular but still I developed a bond with it. It would come running over when it saw me, and I know it would do that for almost no one else. We were buds.
Then a while back my brother in law talks me into buying a whole cow with him. He picked me up to go and get it. When we got to the farm the damn cow was still alive. It was still with the mother. My brother in law pulls out a 22 rifle and he and the farmer pull the cow into the barn. The mother cow knew exactly what was going on and its “moos” began to sound really scary, It was calling for the younger cow. After the pop there was some rustling and then there was another pop. He calls me into the barn and has me help hold the legs open as he gutted it. The innards spilled out onto the floor of the barn.The steam and smell of the inside of the cow hanged in the air. The mother cow outside no doubt smelled and knew what had happened, it began makeing crazy sounds that I never knew a cow could make. It was almost wining in sorrow.
I never really enjoyed that beef. Think I gave most of it away.
More recently I had a pet rooster named poppy cock. It knew what time I would come home from work and it would wait for me on the tree where I park. Sometimes it would jump into the cab of the truck to greet me before I had time to get out.
Indians, more specifically Hindus; dont eat meat. Because their belief is that killing of any kind is wrong.