Anticlimax:

Exclaim to a COWorker that it’s been a bitch of a week, but Thank God it’s Friday, right?

And they point out that No, it’s actually Thursday.

Ahhhh, Focaccia bread!

By time most of you read this, it will be Thursday in your world, but it WILL be Friday in mine. And I’m leaving work early to go north to sell some Lebanese hash, so

Rock.
On.

I initially wrote “Lesbian hash”.

That would also Rock.

I’m not dyspeptic, or anything, but I do sometimes get my lefts and my rights mixed up.

My colours and my whites.

My hippies and my homeys.

My blanks and my live ammunition.

Whenever I see the word “damn”, I automatically read “d-man”.

When I see “LDS” (Latter-day Saints), I read “LSD”.
When I see “Mormon”, I read “moron”.

And sometimes I find myself thinking that maybe Mormons would be more fun if they took LSD instead of being an LDS.

I reckon ex-Mormon chicks Rock. Sort of like Catholic school girls.

Plus, they’re already used to sharing their men with a dozen other women.
;)

(I joke, I joke. I don’t need Utah on my case again. Or the Feminist Movement. Or the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Morons.)

I was on a road trip with a dyslexic friend once.

He was in charge of directions.

We hit the big city, and he said “Go right”, meaning Go Left, and I went left, thinking I was going right.

So it was all right in the end.
Or left.

Whatever.

Leftbians.

That sounded funnier in my head.

Nevermind.

Carry on.

Have a happy Frursday.