A Tribute To Columbus On His Day
Why the fuck am I at work on Columbus Day? Shouldn’t this day be a national holiday? Didn’t he discover this great land? And how do we repay him – by working on his day like he ain’t shit. Yeah, it must be Monday today. I really don’t want to be here today because I feel like I’m getting jipped a holiday.
On the bright side, there’s a couple of new hot pieces of ass in our customer service department, so I guess I’ll introduce myself and get acquainted with them today. My other co-workers seem like they are in la-la land just zoning out as they realize, like me, it’s a fuckin Monday. Mondays are so fuckin unproductive at work as half of the staff has bed-head and the other half are doin other shit that doesn’t pertain to work.
What the fuck is this? An e-mail from the 18 year old… she rarely, actually never has, e-mailed me. Damn my privacy is getting smaller as each day passes. It has its pros and cons, but remember this my brothers, I am a man of my word and if I say she’s not moving in with me anytime soon – than that’s that: end of discussion. She’ll either have to listen or cut the fuckin corner and not let the door hit her ass on the way out.
Being 30 years old, my parents have been waiting for me to settle down and can’t wait to have grandkids; my parents don’t know about the 18 year old and I don’t intend on opening that can of worms. Matter of fact, as a tribute to Columbus, I’m going to conquer uncharted pussy tonight and go TrashyToons.com on it. The 18 year old will have to spend tonight alone because I am not seeing her tonight. I’m getting horny just thinking of tonight’s excursion.
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