MONDAY SUCKS

Since Monday sucks,and none of you ever really read or give a crap what I write,
let me just babble on about on about my hopes and dreams as if ANYONE gives a good
old fashion flying fuck! WHO'S WITH ME?
First off, my beloved Akita, OZZY, passed away. Being that he had every fucking canine
medical problem known to veterinary science, I'm thankful for the time we had with him.
Hell,towards the end, he started tapping out "SHOOT ME" with his giant paw in Morse code.
The artist formerly known as a human being, and my first X wife, blames me.
Then again, when little Korean kids fart the alphabet next to a
'Monkey meat on a stick stand", in down town Seoul, she blames me as well.
I, in turn, blame her for escaping HELL, and hiding out here, on earth.
You say "SCUNT", I say "SKANK"-
(Skunt, is my own creation, a hybrid of CUNT and SKANK-)
I felt that getting a text from her, at 6:30 a.m., Christmas morning,
explaining to me that she took MY KIDS to Florida, with her nasty looking, tubby ass
Waukegan scumbag,warranted the word CUNT as being too good of a word for her.
Needless to say, I spent Christmas ANGRY AND VERY VERY VERY DRUNK,
ALONE IN AN UNFINISHED ROOM!
Not exactly IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE.......OR WIFE.....OR WHATEVER.
Santa Claus is a fat ass bitch.