Updated: Feb 8, 2022
The super volcano erupts
and
kills everyone.
I’ll miss you
and
I’ll miss your dog.
The earth was a better place
with you two in it.
Now it just a spinning rock,
with me
and
my laptop on it.
The volcano spared me,
so I could write the tales of your beauty.
The only problem is,
no one is around to read them...
-C.H.
“Hello Clint.” “Hey Doc. Do you think I can stretch while we talk today? Do you have a foam roller?” “No Clint, I don’t have a foam roller here. But you’re welcome to stretch. Are you tense?” “Tight.”
“Aye Doc! What’s crappening??” “Oh you know, same shit, different day.” “Holy shit Doc! I’ve been saying, ‘what’s crappening?’ for ten years and no one has nailed a response like that! Bravo sir.” “It
“Heya Doc! How’s it hanging?? Oh! I like the scruff. Looking very hipster my guy. I like it. Anyways, what's new?? What’s going on? I missed you at the pub last week. I was keeping an eye out for you.
