posted on Apr, 25 2012 @ 07:35 PM
I go from here to ghost radar,then my wife screams at me,and I come back here.
Then my dogs bark wanting out,then my kids bother me with nonsense,then my wife screams at me again,then I come back here.
Then I have to poop it all out.
then I come back here.
Oh wait,it's 5 o'clock somewhere,time for my cocktail.
That is within an hour of coming home.
Then,I come back here..............................
Then crazy friends start messaging me on google talk and all the other places I frequent......
The crazy train never stops.It's my escape.
edit on 25-4-2012 by kdog1982 because: (no reason given)