Whew, man I'm exhausted. I just finished a 50 mile run, a long round tripper. It was for a good cause though, I guess, not. I call it The Johnny the Conqueroo Annual Procrastinatin' Uncle Sam/Military Industrial Complex 50 Mile Charity Run.
You see, I just ran into town and mailed my income tax. I dropped a little note in with the check to tell them that I didn't want any blood on my hands this year so could they please spend this check on a couple of toilet seats or a trash can or two instead of grenades or a nuclear device or some such. If I had my choice I'd pick the trash can, it does seem appropriate.
Of course I'm not sure if I sent enough money for a couple of toilet seats or trash cans, I guess it all depends on the contractor, some of those toilet seats are pretty damn expensive. Well, if it isn't enough maybe it will get spent on a few rolls of toilet paper, you know the kind with the dictator of the week's face on it, whoever that may be this week.
Peace out, y'all.