if i had a hammer, i wouldnt hammer in the morning, honestly. id probably wait until sometime around mid afternoon. then id hammer out in the yard most likely.. though i wouldnt be moving around so much.. im not going to hammer out justice or wonderfulness or go after the master braiders or the laffdancers.. and jesus can either handle his own hammering or call the union hall to send over another carpenter but without the eating disorder please.. to be honest im useless with a saw and for me junior high shop class was like the only c minus i got from k-10th grade.. then i failed fucking honors french (1st period and fuck you ms anastasio for making that happen for me.. ) i only took your damn class so i could watch your anatomy when you stomped around in your high heels and stockings saying things like "ouioui missure vous are lewking tray hottt this matin, oui, perhaps you might come to mi office aftare class..ill assist you to improve your em brochure and i can raymoov mi miniskert so you can mastare your oral technique por favor..? repetez sil vous plait - ich bin ein berliner.. arbeit nacht frei.. and can i get a genuflection in the back section?.. how you say how you say monsieur sexmachine in my honors french class say "jump back! hep!! i wanna kiss myself!" repetez por favor?! repetez until my toes are up in the ceiling fan, yo.. does my ass look perrrfect in this tiny headband barely hanging in there which ive somehow stretched around my waist to give les students the impression of a skirt.. a not entirely legal reality from which madamoiselle's ladybits n beaverlips have begun to make their escape.. ooo.. you must be tres fatigues.. got sunthin left for la dances sur le barfing bishop of flyys downe por favor? ouiouipickmeooo ugh.. dammit! now im sweating again.. *ack* i have no idea, but ew
