“Oh man!”

“Without a net Tuesday is sure to end up in the ER. I’m not sure if I can take it anymore!”

Boss (Eating plastic pens and not showering daily)
“Do as I say no matter how fucking stupid it might be.”

The world is trapped in a paper bag (wet) with sharks and harry men with battle axes looking up waiting for it to drop.

One more war! Could I get another order of war? With a side of…well just keep the war coming.

Tuesdays fucking suck! Oh shit it’s still Monday.