Yay, I just came back from the pharmacy!!! Double yay!!! I finally got my prescription refilled. I hate it when I run out of my STOOPID pills. Now I gots my pills. Yay-Yay-Yay! I love ’em. There’s a man for every pill here in the 21st century. It reminds me of a poem I once wrote:
I have taken
the stoopid pills
that were in
the icebox
And which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Now that I have my STOOPID pills I will be a man on fire. A man talking to the fire like a Moses. A mad bearded Moses. That means that the CHASCA SHOW AT THE RED EYED FLY NEXT SATURDAY FEBRUARY 9th will be delicious-so sweet and so cold! Hooray to the inventors of America’s own STOOPID PILLS…apologies to William Carlos Williams
URK- now I die…