Hit the road. Off we go. Acros…
Hit the road. Off we go.
Across the incontinent divide.
Hit the road. Off we go.
Across the incontinent divide.
We had to take a Myers-Briggs personality test at work.
My personality type is TEMP.
Ouch. That may have hurt a bit. I’ve been trimming back on the number of people I follow from my @joesmithreally account. Why? In two words: mortal time. I’m spending a bit too much time on twitter and if I’m going to follow someone, I’m going to truly read what they write. If I stopped [...]
Low tire. Gas station. Sure. Arrest the air.
I’m happy to bail it out for $0.75.
It’s America. We all know that air cannot be free.
Obscurity, thy name may be average.
Remember. There’s no accounting for taste.
Nor mortal time. With its gone-forever moments and all.
Must stream-scape. Some of this will hurt. Sorry.
What are we going to do today, joesmith?
What we do every day, really.
Throw glass at rock houses.
There Will Be Coffee.
Don’t miss it.
Or its sequel:
There Will Be Poop.
A cheese jones is a bad jones.