Wednesday, August 30, 2006 The clown looks just like you'd expect, honestly
Who's the genius who has to get up for an opening shift in the cafe tomorrow, yet is not yet in bed? Can't chain me, common sense. Can't even try. If you had your way, common sense, I wouldn't be working in the food service industry at all, now would I? That's what I thought.
I know y'all are sick of hearing about my alien children, vast internet readership, but they are multiplying rapidly, and soon I'm going to squish them all together and carve them into a best friend. All I have to do is continually moisten my new best friend with sweet tea so that he and she can eat and breathe, a small price to pay.
One of the kombaliens is ready to go to a new host. Since a bunch of my (obviously crazy insane-o) co-workers have said they want one, I've packaged it to take with me soon. It's packaged holistically, in a container that once held cotton candy from the fancy grocery store. People on the train will see me standing there (I don't sit, because I am a snob), holding this flimsy tupperware that seems to contain a human organ and some cider. The container will be decorated with a picture of a bemused clown, and the clown will be holding baloons. posted by Frenz | 8/30/2006 01:49:00 AM
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