The 50 Plus Cafe, Pub, All-Nite Greasy Spoon and Dive Bar

I do like shoont!

When my daughter was young and learning to speak, she would say “no I amnt.”

I still say it sometimes to her.


My lad had a lexicon, too. I suspect that all kids do. I think they should be embraced and not mocked or corrected into oblivion. Childhood shoon't suck.
 
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At the landlady's. Talked to the chubby three-color girl cat. Work was a trip. One woman just warn't ready, and my helper crew was sent somewhere else. I skullfucked a new asshole in their boss's forehead, so that solved that. They will be front-n-center in the AM. Then one of the rezz'dents for tomorrow told me outright she warn't gon' be ready no way no how. So I pissed in the bosses cornflakes and tol' Dem that they need to get their weasels aligned before Bo has work.

And then the office called to tell me the grumpy tenant in 202 had no heat. She's anti-social, and Wat gets that. Wat went and sorted the turned off breakers and hung around to make sure the temps were rising. Be nice to hear and he'p her out and Girl done tol' me half her life's story.

And it's rainin'. Temps a'droppin'. Insh'Allah that it still be liquid come dawn.
 
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