July 4th 2012 5:39 pm
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I am spending my "Annual Blowing Up Suburbia" celebration as Pink Floyd Pennie.
Pink Floyd Pennie has been sedated since the evening of July 3rd, when Suburbia had the audacity to begin a hellacious assault as my family was taking ME, Sophie and the dogs that Oldest Lad is Dog-Sitting, out for a walk. We were at about the farthest point on our Walk Circle when the outright assault set in. Over-Grown Calbert, Shamu, and I pulled everyone all the way home. Sophie, in her usual self-absorbed state did not seem disturbed. She no doubt thought the fireworks were some sort of celebration of HER, Queen Sophine.
My first dose of sedative was given as soon as I pulled Mom's left arm and shoulder, then the rest of her, into the house.
Mom won't let anyone put her iPod Nano Ear Buds in her ears, even ME, Pennie, but I don't need some silly MP3 player to remind me of the Pink Floyd lyrics, Pink Floyd Pennie, adaptation:
Just a little Cheese Wad.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good."
I hope that Thursday gives some respite to my ears, while I am certain that the weekend will no doubt bring more stupidity from over-mortgaged Suburbanites wishing to remove their own appendages and burn down their own homes.
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Just don't furget to come back to us. I mean, don't get hooked on that stuff.
"over-mortgaged suburbanites" BOLBOLBOL :D
Oh, deer, Pennie. I hope da festibities r ober soon. I simpwy du nod unnerstan da need fur peepoles tu bwow stuff up when dem r cewebwatin'. R MEATZ™ an' bodkas nod 'nuff?? *shrugs*