What Should I Do? ©

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She's a little so shy to ask but I'm not when it comes to a good cause.
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Monday, Monday
Another fucken Monday
The Mommas and Pappas should have sung about that.

Monday, Monday
Another fucken Monday
The day after a Boring Sunday

Monday, Monday
The start of another mundane week
Until Friday, the day I really seek

Monday, Monday
Why don’t you go away?
Leave me here to sit and play

Last week I was going through a stomach flu generously donated by one of the kids.
I spent so much time polishing the toilet I know hove to wear sunglasses to walk in it’s so bright.

What did I do?
I picked and pecked through almost all of your blogs.
I have two left.
I know someone whose laughing at that.

She sat there listening to me bitch the other day that I haven’t read any blogs in a while and I was going through my regulars, which is about 60 BTW.
Why is it when I’m healthy and with nothing to do most of you are taking a break, sick or in the closet banging the shelves and when I’m sick you all decide you’re going to post every fucken day.
Eh, what’s with that?

I have been sitting around here soaking up life thinking about shit.
Shit will be the subject of this post I think.
Not shits, that was me last week.

Why is it people can’t think on their own?
Why can’t people get up and do something about something instead of going to someone else to do their thinking for them.

I understand that sometimes you may need a second opinion but before you go out to get that second opinion you should pretty much have an answer.
And when you know what must be done why do you wait until the last minute and then proclaim defeat and throw it down at someone else’s feet and expect them to deal with it for you.

Why is it that you can’t plan your own future?

If you go to the government website you can do your taxes on line and for free.

I don’t care if you had ended it with your ex three years earlier.
Fucking your ex stepson wasn’t the smartest thing to do.
It’s not the same; I picked you both up together.

Walker my old man gave me forty grand as part of my inheritance I was thinking of buying a canteen truck and making money with it.
Your fifty five years old and can b rely make it to the washroom for a piss most times how the fuck do you think your going to work 18 hours a fucken day to operate a canteen truck.

Well then I have a friend who know someone selling a convenience store.
The previous owners went bankrupt.

I tell you what; I’ll sell you a treasure map for forty grand.

Why would you want to buy a business that died?
Take twenty-five grand and buy a condo at this place.
They’re selling for 100 Gs.
Take the 20 years plan and pay 500 a month for the mortgage and condo fees.
In 20 years sell the fucker for about 200 grand then move Thailand or someplace like that.
Marry a twenty four year old chick that you can watch spending your coin while you sit back pretending you can still get it up.

Thailand eh?

Yup.

I’m not one to mix words.
If I have something to say I say it.

The other day I went to my Ex’s to pick up some stuff.
She is packing and most of the apartment has been put away or thrown out.
She sat having a smoke telling me about her troubles and how she doesn’t have a place to move to yet but she found this one place online.
She told me this story about a missionary working in Africa and wanting to rent his place here.

I told her that I think it was a farce but she argued she got an answering email from his wife who lives at their other house in the States.
Now let think for a second.
How much money do missionaries get to own houses in two different countries?
I told her not to do anything an NOT to send money to them until I looked into it but I am sure it was a farce.
I told her to send him any money first and never rent an apartment without seeing it first.
After picking up a few things I looked at her and told her a few things before I left.

An hour after I got home the EX Imed me and said she forwarded me an email that she got from Father Jerkmeoff saying:

“HOW ARE YOU, I JUST SAW YOUR MAIL LIKE AN HOUR AGO, I CANT BELIEVE THAT YOU WOULD BE SO QUICK TO LOOSE YOUR TRUST IN ME,I AM A MAN OF GOD WHAT KIND DO YOU THINK I AM,I KNOW THAT BAD THINGS ARE HAPPENING IN THE INTERNET BUT REMEMBER THAT LIGHT WILL ALWAYS SHINE ABOVE DARKNESS, I WENT TO DHL TO PROCESS THE SENDING OF THE KEYS JUST LIKE I PROMISED AND I DID EVEN WITHOUT YOUR MONEY BUT YOU COULDNT KEEP YOUR PROMISE EVEN WHEN I AGREED TO TAKE HALF PAY FIRST,I FEEL SO BAD AFTER THE STRESS OF GETTING TO ARRANGE THINGS JUST WAITING FOR YOU TO CONFIRM THE PAYMENT.
I EVEN TRIED CALLING YOU BUT COULDNT REACH YOU.ALL AM SAYING IS YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO RECIEVE THE
KEYS TOMOROW,I KNOW THEY DID THE RITE THING ADVISING YOU BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I CANT RUN AWAY FROM MY PROPERTY AND I KNOW YOU WONT BECAUSE OF THE REMAINING BALANCE THAT WAS WHY I TRUSTED YOU ENOUGH TO GO AHEAD WITH THE PROCESSING.
IF YOU DONT WANT THE APARTMENT ANYMORE ITS OK,BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW IT WAS FOR REAL OK.
GODBLESS YOU”

Go fuck yourself is what I would have sent back to that wanker.

After I left she got an email from the minister saying that he required 1000 dollars upfront for the keys and she would have to use Western Union to wire the money to some place in Kenya.

She replied that she wasn’t going to send him her money just like that.
That was the response she got to her email.
That email, guilt and her desperate need for a place got her thinking, then walking to the Western Union counter.
At the counter the girl there told her that there were a lot of scams from that part of Africa and she decided not to wire them the money and went home then Imd me.

I ran a check on the email address and it the same email used to tell people about a 150 million dollar inheritance but they need 50 grand to get it out of probate.

IF IT SOUNDS TO GOOD TO BE TRUE, THEN IT’S NOT.

The ex barely has enough for one moths rent and she was willing to take a risk with that vulture.
I’ll like to find them and stake them out in the savanna and let the vultures pick at them like they do to desperate people.

My Ex isn’t the swiftest card in the deck but she can stop and think if she just stopped.
I told her six months ago to move but she lounged and now she is in trouble.

Her sister stopped by the other day.
She told me that the EX told her what I said to her at the door.
Yeah so, it was the truth.

She looked like shit.
I told her to clean herself up.
She’s depressed.
So would I be if I spent the whole day looking like I did when I looked into the mirror first thing in the morning.

Take a fucken shower.
Put on some clean clothes and feel good.
Go out for some air and let your skin breath.
I believe if you look good, you’ll feel good and if you look like shit you’ll feel like shit.

So I told her, I wasn’t lying, someone has to be the bad guy and I’m so good at it.

How did I get this job again?
Giving other people advice when I don’t even take my own.
It doesn’t even pay any money and gratitude only goes so far.
Why don’t I say no you ask, because when I do agree later I’ll have a bigger problem to deal with?

Hold on the phone.

I got to go; there are wedding problems I have to solve for someone.

So what if the best man is a woman.
Get a transvestite for maid of honor…………

Damn family……….

Have a Happy St. Patty’s Day to all the Irish and not so Irish out there

Walker