I have this purple flower coaster. I don’t want it. So I was trying to force it onto a friend, but finally I decided to just give it to a hobo. I then reasoned that this hobo would have nothing to put on it, so I asked him what kind of pop he likes and he said pepsi but I strongly disagree. Since I’m such a nice person I’ll buy him it anyway, but it turns out I don’t have any money. I gave my last ten dollars to my dad so he could go to the store and buy me onions.
Let me elaborate:
I woke up this morning and dad said he was going to the store. I was like ‘yeah sure okay go away’ and he was all ‘okay bye love you’ and I think I grumbled a bit before getting on my iPod to surf the internet and be lazy. About an hour later he returns and I just sit in bed because it was around nine am and I didn’t want to get up at all. So I kept staying in bed until he came in and said that he forgot onions, for which I berated him. And so I spent the entire first half of being awake complaining about how much I wanted onions, onions this, onions that, and it kept going like that. He didn’t say anything. And mom told me he would do it next month. I said no, because he just went to the store.
Anyway, after quite a while of that, he comes in in full cold-weather-garb and asks for money. I ask why and he says he’s getting onions. I nod and ask him to get me my purse. He does, so I fish around and find ten dollars and wonder if I really want to part with it. I decided that onions are more important than having money and happiness so I gave it to him on the mutual insistence that I will be paid back in full. I’ve bought a lot of stuff.
And he came back, and dropped the bag of onions on me, and all was right with the world.
Onions can do that.
And yes, I did completely get off topic with the hobo, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
Said hobo is officially named Jesus and entirely fictional although I would love to meet him. I could buy him a little hobo-bed and everything.
Let me elaborate:
I woke up this morning and dad said he was going to the store. I was like ‘yeah sure okay go away’ and he was all ‘okay bye love you’ and I think I grumbled a bit before getting on my iPod to surf the internet and be lazy. About an hour later he returns and I just sit in bed because it was around nine am and I didn’t want to get up at all. So I kept staying in bed until he came in and said that he forgot onions, for which I berated him. And so I spent the entire first half of being awake complaining about how much I wanted onions, onions this, onions that, and it kept going like that. He didn’t say anything. And mom told me he would do it next month. I said no, because he just went to the store.
Anyway, after quite a while of that, he comes in in full cold-weather-garb and asks for money. I ask why and he says he’s getting onions. I nod and ask him to get me my purse. He does, so I fish around and find ten dollars and wonder if I really want to part with it. I decided that onions are more important than having money and happiness so I gave it to him on the mutual insistence that I will be paid back in full. I’ve bought a lot of stuff.
And he came back, and dropped the bag of onions on me, and all was right with the world.
Onions can do that.
And yes, I did completely get off topic with the hobo, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
Said hobo is officially named Jesus and entirely fictional although I would love to meet him. I could buy him a little hobo-bed and everything.
Pronounced hay-seuss.
At least that's how I do it.
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