Thursday, May 31, 2007

Jokes over, release the damn Summer

Curse this grey shitty weather.

I’m still waiting for Summer to kick in, we’re past the first two weeks of June for fuck’s sake.

I suffered the Winter. I want some blue skies. I feel cheated. Cheated by God. (Not the first time I’ve been cheated by God. I asked to be blessed with a foot long penis, and I’ve only got a paltry ten inches. That stingy bastard).

I don’t mean gorgeous weather from Monday to Friday. Fuck, I’m so miserable during the working week I wouldn’t notice if it was raining dead babies let alone rays of Sunshine. Nah, I mean the weekends. I want a few sunny weekends. Everybody is happier, more alive on a nice warm weekend.

I remember sitting in Clapham Common this time last year (when the weather was a damn sight better than it is now) having a few beers, when a bunch of guys carried a Pool Table from their house all the way down into the park. Plus a couple of Rocking Chairs, which they sat in sipping beers while their mates played pool. Fuck those guys were cool. If I had a daughter, I’d want her to marry a guy like that.

But I don’t have any daughters, only a son. Little Beef Jr.

And I really should stop dressing him up as Parappa the Rapper before sending him off to School, as apparently the other kids have started making fun of him.

But I just can’t resist.

posted by Beef at Thursday, May 31, 2007

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Parappa the rapper! comical genius!

2:58 PM  

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