Like many of you reading this, I have bills and I'm not talking about the green kind in your pockets or the men whose god given name is William.
Each day that I get home from work, I open my mailbox and say, "No whammies, no whammies" as if I'm on the hit game show that was televised during the late 70's and early 80's.
My bills (Visa, MasterCard, Discover, student loans, car insurance, car payments, rent, renters insurance, cable, gas, and electric) are the primary reason that I have an urge to play the drums on Rick Ross' belly. I am non violent so playing "Nirvana's Teen Spirit" is as far as I will go to assaulting Mr. Ross. However, something has to be done since he obviously has no respect for those of us who have bills.
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