Got a letter from Uncle Sam this morning and opened it... my tax refund, only 5 months late. It was so fucking epic that I put the check back in the envelope, re-sealed it with Scotch tape, and blasted a Bach symphony on surround sound throughout the house and re-opened the letter pretending I didn't know what it was... FOCK YEAH BREAU!
I re-taped the enveloped closed six more times, exclaiming "Fockin epic as fack!!!" each time I pulled the check out, then high fived the life-size cardboard cutout of Karl Malone (the Mailman) that I keep hanging from my ceiling fan.
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