After going to the toilet and falling asleep on the toilet bowl, its only 4:47. Argh. I’m so tempted to call a client and speak like a homie. “Man we are so ass out here we ain't got no kinda funds coming through man. So stop spittin' that booty-cheddar and be real with me son or you aint’ going nowhere.”
Or I could call them up and ask if this is the headquarters of the KKK and ask to join.
Hannah taught me a new one yesterday. I could call them and say “This is your husband’s parole officer. Has he been near any young boys lately?”
I can feel boredom making little pit holes in my brain.
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