I Need a New Hobby
On Saturday I slept in late and when I woke up I was bored with nothing to do.
Nothing to do on a Saturday? Fuck that! So I got dressed and headed to the cemetery. There’s always something going on at the cemetery.
At the cemetery I played for hours. I danced on my relatives graves shouting, “Ha Ha! I never liked you!” and then I found some people I didn’t know and danced on their graves singing, “I feel so ALIVE”.
I was having a lot of fun, and getting a nice work out too, when I started to cough.
Hmm? What the hell?
I kept dancing until it occurred to me that maybe I was breathing in dead people germs. Who the fuck knows where these dead people have been? So I kicked some flowers over and headed back to my car.
On Sunday I drank a bottle of benadryl and upon waking four hours later I thought, “maybe the dead people are getting their revenge!”
Which, if you ask me, is kinda fucked up. I mean, just because I danced on your grave doesn’t mean you should fuck with my health.
Nothing to do on a Saturday? Fuck that! So I got dressed and headed to the cemetery. There’s always something going on at the cemetery.
At the cemetery I played for hours. I danced on my relatives graves shouting, “Ha Ha! I never liked you!” and then I found some people I didn’t know and danced on their graves singing, “I feel so ALIVE”.
I was having a lot of fun, and getting a nice work out too, when I started to cough.
Hmm? What the hell?
I kept dancing until it occurred to me that maybe I was breathing in dead people germs. Who the fuck knows where these dead people have been? So I kicked some flowers over and headed back to my car.
On Sunday I drank a bottle of benadryl and upon waking four hours later I thought, “maybe the dead people are getting their revenge!”
Which, if you ask me, is kinda fucked up. I mean, just because I danced on your grave doesn’t mean you should fuck with my health.
