Damn ISP. I hate you.
Dave here again sending you this haiku from Leslie as she spews forth this haiku over the phone in between rants about how her ISP sucks goat eggs. I have never heard this much filthy language over the phone in my life that didn’t have a per minute charge to it. It was kinda hot.
Spent day with a nervous twitch
Dave to the rescue.
We awoke to our greatest nightmare – the storms over the last 12 hours had killed our internet access. So I (Dave) travelled into work to make sure your day was complete with a haiku. This had so better get me laid.
sleeping in Julia’s bed
never felt so good
Today at the Farmer’s Market…
Julia: “Hi! We’re selling Mama’s buckeyes. They’re a dollar! Would you like one?”
Customer #1: “Well, how can I resist that? Sure. I’ll take one.”
Julia: Takes the dollar, studies it, then stows it away.
Customer #2: “Good morning! What do we have here?”
Julia: “We’re selling buckeyes. They’re fifty dollars!”
may not continue due to
lack of submissions.
It feels kinda like when “My So-Called Life” was cancelled.