Shou fi ma fi?
I want all the details.
Yesterday, the neighbor next door was crawling like a beached walrus in her boring above-the-ground pool. But suddenly the weather got cold and it snowed right when the weekend started, ruining my plans to ride my truck and hang a nice set of balls on the spare-tire chain dangling from beneath the truck like hemorrhoids.
The weekend is just two days of boredom and relaxation. I'm so bored I might do my taxes even before the tax season and watch 90 day Fiance, mostly to catch up on the fat guy that applies mayonnaise on his hair.
But such boredom might be interrupted if one of the random crazy Aounists challenges my wits with his Frenchie bull dog bravado to then report me for the same rules he violated. But it seems they're all busy on some crazy people convention where they all meet up and discuss their shared fantasies of sitting on a policeman's stick.
