Monday here. You can call me Mr. Monday. You don't have to like me, I certainly don't like you, but you do have to accept that I am here to stay. I got a job to do after all and that is to whip your disgraceful self back into shape after that cushy weekend gig. Straighten up! Stop looking out the window! As long as you behave, you and Mr. Monday are gonna get along. "Ew Monday Monday, So good to.." Bullhonkey Maggot! Monday ain't good to nobody, except maybe Monday's Momma! You are a sorry sap aren't you? You know what happens to people who cruise through Monday, thinking those fairies from the weekend are gonna come back and pamper them with God talk and barbecue sauce? They turn into Tuesday! That simpering creep from next door. Need I say more? Didn't think so. Alright Sally, quit yer cryin' and let's get you ready to do that thang.
Posted by ian at January 8, 2007 10:22 AMMonday sounds like a crusty old dude. Maybe ex-military. Yep, drill sergeant. ATTENTION!!!!!
Posted by: Anza at January 10, 2007 03:00 PM