Housework

Guess what type of mood I am in? Well, it would be a good one if I could use shock collars on befoulers of the improved environment. So, on to other topics.

Why, I believe I have gone brain dead. I can’t even rally a good rant about sanctimonious people; I suppose, if I don’t come round soon, I will have to defibrillate myself or have someone whisper “Joe Biden” in my ear. Aha, I couldn’t stop myself from visualizing that smirking grin of his and I can feel my spirits stirring. Boy, would I like to clean his clock. Mop the floor with him.

I need a Joe Biden foam rubber stress doll – a full size one. I won’t use the word “wo*dchipp*r” because I don’t want to trigger any scrutiny – although I’m probably only one of a great many who can see how it might naturally come to mind when thinking of JB.