Saturday, February 18, 2006

Because drunk dialing is so passé.

I just got back from the most lonely place in the world. I hate the laundry mat.
I hate having my two pairs of undies exposed for everyone there to see. And there is always some kid running or crying for *no reason* with nothing to loose. Just sitting there watching the laundry go 'round and 'round makes me want to scream out like I have turrets or something.
"motherfuckersonofabitchdamnshitpisscraptwat."
Like that.

5 Comments:

Blogger 357martini said...

Maybe with more underwear you'll feel more confident...........even if your not using them, carrying them to the laundrymat might allow you the strenght to resist the urge to snap some strangers neck........


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or maybe not.....try a prescription of FUCKITALL

7:50 PM  
Blogger Noir Muse said...

Humm. Now there's an idea...more panties. I'll look into it. Thanks 357martini!

8:45 AM  
Blogger Latigo Flint said...

Are there any problems that couldn't be, at least partially, solved with more panties?

10:07 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Man I really want to go to the laundry with you. If you can cuss a blue streak like that, we could make the time a lot of fun.

10:54 AM  
Blogger Noir Muse said...

Mr. Flint, maybe the world would be a better place if we were all just a bit more liberal with the panties.

In reality Mike, I'm the biggest looser when it comes to swear-offs and my ears turn a little red when I say "snatch" out loud. My spoken profanities are generally limited to "Crap", "Poop" and "Gee willikers."

9:08 AM  

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