⚡ Let The Stinkies Hit The Floor ⚡
Holy Mother Fucking Pinocchio Schnozzle, today I had to pray to the Lord of the Fans asking him to STOP letting shit hit it.
Between the verbal diarrhea and the physical anal cabal, I just cannot deal with the morning madness.
Today, I had to make an exception to my "do not call Deities on their days off" rule, and had to ask Jesus to be a can of Febreze and spread love and freshness.
Urgh. Methane Monday. A blog label is born. And a great start of to the week!
Note to self : include a gas mask in my next office stationery Amazon order and expense it under "director nasal maintenance"