it's that sinister kinda manical laugh that one does while typically staring at the moon, rubbing their hands together like they was Mr. Burns.
i knew it was gonna be a bitch checking on the dealership signs that we are leaving up all week as a "thank you" to our most loyal client, and i knew that today the signs would be ripped apart and fucked the fuck up because of the storms.
but i did NOT expect that truck to fucking hit that gutter and slash my whole self with fucking water that is SO DIRTY it makes sewage smell clean.
so here i am with bloody knuckles. and nothing but cigarettes in the house to eat. yummy.
oh wait i forgot, i have a fucking advil in the medicine chest, MAYBE i can suck off the candy coating for god-damned nurishment.
stick a fork in me...
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