Wait, what were we talking about again?

August 15th, 2007 | Posted by PostmanE

Fowler: And we’ll go down to Rocket on the sideline, Rocket?

….. silence …..

In Lee Corso’s brain: Hmmm. Pretty decent cheerleader trim today, if you ask me. Nice day. Birds are chirping. Kirk’s hair looks good. Real good. I’ll have to tap him on the head with my unsharpened pencil later and let him know. Yep, pretty solid day. Can’t complain about this.

Oh … shit. Oh shit, fuck. Did I leave the garage door open? I’m always forgetting something at the house, stupid fucking coffee maker … fucking garage door. Why can’t Lucinda take care of this shit? Isn’t that what we pay her 95 cents an hour for? Well, maybe I closed it. Don’t get so angry LC, you know it’s not good for your blood pressure. Shit, I know I left it open. I know it. Ahh, fuck. Oh, god, I’m gonna have to deal with the wife when I get home. God damnit. I mean, talk about ruining a perfectly good day, all because of some stupid fucking garage door. Fuck me.

I’m gonna need a drink. Let’s see, where’s my flask … should be right here where it always is … wait a second …

(Reaches into coat pocket; well-worn flask pouch is empty.)

FUCK!

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2 Responses to “ Wait, what were we talking about again?”


  1. Idaho Mark
    August 15, 200711:55 am

    Classic! Thanks for the laugh this AM.

    Fucking garage door!

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