kinch
Wash me
In New York, well at least where I live, Thursday is Trash Day. Recycling too.
I had no idea it would be badger day.
So I got up early, sleepwalking, to take out the trash and recycling, strategically hiding the various items I wished my girlfriend not to see, and a badger told me to stop, put the trash down, and walk away. He didn't so much say it as he insisted it. With his eyes.
A fucking badger.
Again, I live in NYC.
Of course I did what he asked (implied?). But I needed to know more. I confronted the badger.
"Why are you here?"
"For your women," he replied.
"Well that makes sense."
And I came back to bed and shoved an umbrella up my ass.
I had no idea it would be badger day.
So I got up early, sleepwalking, to take out the trash and recycling, strategically hiding the various items I wished my girlfriend not to see, and a badger told me to stop, put the trash down, and walk away. He didn't so much say it as he insisted it. With his eyes.
A fucking badger.
Again, I live in NYC.
Of course I did what he asked (implied?). But I needed to know more. I confronted the badger.
"Why are you here?"
"For your women," he replied.
"Well that makes sense."
And I came back to bed and shoved an umbrella up my ass.