Do I see my old boss, Jonathan J. Shithead, step off a building tens os stories off the ground. I watch him fall, waiting for the bungee cord, but there is none and he knew it before he stepped off. Of course at the last instant the dream…
Continued, and the poor bastard splatted into a puddle- so crushed that even his dna was broken.
Certainly, this was completely unrelated to a looming conversation with the ex about custody shit and teenage angst.
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