A Mischief Of Magpies

If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and a Mischief of Magpies would be as small as a pea.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005


There may have been or may not have been a guy named, Rich, say. Rich woke up one morning looking out the window breath sweet and aspertame sticky with a yo-ho-ho memory of to much rum. It was fucking raining out as it had been for the past 40 days and nights. Rich sat on his bed deep in thought, masturbating. It came to him in a flash. He would take the day off instead of going in, no one comes in to look at cars when it's 40 degrees and raining, no one. The car business is so fucking dead right now you could set a cannon full of flaming shit off in the middle of the showroom and not a soul would be hit.

Then would come Rich's favorite the immortal game between management and the staff when there is nothing to do.

" If you don't have something to do, pretend to look busy "

" you get paid more than I do, you pretend I'm looking busy "

This is what was rolling around in his head. Rich decided to take the day off.

Rich made good food. He worked out, smoked a fatty and had a hot tub. He caught up on his chores around the house. He listened to his favorite music, read a book and took a nap and yes, he masturbated.

Rich went to work a happy man the next day.


At 4:01 am, Blogger PROFESSOR SMILE said...

Oh good, a quiet little corner where my new release may eventually be exposed to party people
Don't tell my Manager(ess) I'm giving this away for free!
http://www.youtube.com/?v=L0ZvgSliQLU (copy, open new tab, paste in address bar and GO....see how quickly I "teach" new material?)

At 4:28 am, Blogger GlasgowGigolo54 said...

Fine writing, nice pics RD. More!

At 9:08 am, Blogger PROFESSOR SMILE said...

What's going on?
Hey hey hey
I said hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
(What's up - 4 Non Blondes)


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