Upon opening my apartment door, I was greeted by a floor full of balloons.
Having been travelling nearly 20 hours trying to return to my home sweet home,my mind was not fully functioning. I forgot that my birthday had passed and perhaps this was my friends' way of welcoming me back. I, instead, went directly upstairs, and called the exterminator. This was our conversation:
Exterminator: What seems to be the problem.
Me: I have clowns.
E: You have what?
Me: Clowns! I haven't actually seen one, yet. But their droppings are everywhere.
....and scene.
3 comments:
where the hell have you been? i wasn't going to connect your crap sight to mine until you started posting again. plunker.
I don't think you understand how hard it is for a smoker to blow up that many balloons. It was a true test...clearly wasted on the likes of you!
I don't know what a plunker is.
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