Why is it that the UPS man had to drive right up to my house while I was outside with the dogs for a wee (them, not me)? Because he had to make a delivery to mi casa, right? WRONG! He showed up because he heard there was some crazed jackass outside, hair sticking straight up literally (the beast don't lay down for no man especially after a good sleep with no ponytail holder), looking like a fucked up Violet Beauregard blueberry sausage (wearing a tight blue undershirt and blue leggings-nap gear people, I try not to wear this outfit too often. It attracts flies.). And with no time to even wipe the crust from my eyes, I strutted on over, like the hot blueberry sausage I am, and PROFUSELY apologized for injuring the poor man's eyes. I hope he made it through the rest of his rounds ok. Best part is, I'm sure he's seen much, MUCH worse. At least I hope so...
The misfit is BAAA-AAAAACCCKKKK! And with many mad misadventures to amuse you with.
-M.M.Misfit
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