I'll be home, enjoying a day off from work. Having myself a nice drink and big lunch to boot. A very relaxing way to end it all, if it end. Key word, if
It could be worse. You could be a park ranger and have to convince people that they can't set up camp in a state park with all their weapons and canned goods. It's okay though because I love my job or at least that's what I keep telling myself.
Actually I do love my job most of the time and by most of the time I mean when it's not pouring down rain or snowing. Still it's better than sandstorms and these crazy people with guns aren't trying to shoot me.
Actually I do love my job most of the time and by most of the time I mean when it's not pouring down rain or snowing. Still it's better than sandstorms and these crazy people with guns aren't trying to shoot me.
Yep, but they're easily startled giving you plenty of time to leave before they come back in greater numbers. Plus they're hilarious when they start going 'Eeeeh ooooh ooooh ooooh".
That weird dream I had last night where Niki minaj had a cross between Amy winehouse's bee hive and Bob marley's dreadlocks (dread hive? Bee locks?)
Either way, it could shoot metal flechettes and she did a drive-by with it.
Then someone pulls me out of the car and presses their foot on my neck, Niki is nowhere to be seen, when suddenly Christopher lee on a steamroller comes and scares them off by crushing the car, but as it turns out, he crushed Chuck norris and George lucas into a 'swiss sausage roll' and thats why Rammstein's lead singer dropped his copy of King of fighters into a Tesco shopping bag by accident. Someone then warned him not to have anchovies on a pizza again (wise advice).
