I threw a lighter into the sink.
It bounced back and bit me
on the leg. Bad mojo.
Which is more tired,
threesomes or this
conversation?
I blew a hole into the week.
It wasn’t a big enough
hole. I blow again.
I’m a ‘good boy’ because
I get up to leave before
anything ‘bad’ happens.
Throw the dog into a
corner four times.
Fourteen times.
