Let’s not get wrapped around the axle about this. We have a lot on our plate. Take it easy. We will eat this elephant one bite at a time.
Is the juice worth the squeeze? We’ll run this down. I’ve been around the block a few times, seen a couple of county fairs. Let’s walk this dog to see if it hunts. No death by PowerPoint; you fuck the goat, I’ll hold the tail. Let’s put the final nail in the coffin, I don’t want to get too spun up. Is it Friday yet? I feel like gouging my eye out. This guy is wrapped up too tight. It’s like a monkey fucking a football bat. A true soup taco, or is it a shit sandwich? Semper gumby, I guess. Wait until I get home and Household 6 hears about this, she’ll have me show up with a 2 quart and a light coat of CLP. You picking up what I’m putting down?
After all, this is your goat rope; I’m just here for the show. I’m sitting at this goat rodeo and I’m like a hog looking at a wrist watch. It is what it is. There I was, knee deep in hand grenade pins…we need to get our heads together on this cluster fuck, level the bubbles and close the loop. After all, we can’t get out of our own way. What’s clear to me is that we don’t know, what we don’t know. Clear as mud.
Hurry up and wait, there’s only 6 days and a wake up. Embrace the suck! We’ll need to preheat this with the boss. What we have here is a self-licking-ice cream cone. Make a hole so we can push this round peg through the square hole. It’s all ones and zeroes to me, dolphin speak.
It’s time to pop smoke. Too bad, so sad. Don’t let the door hit ya. I would tell you how I knew all these phrases, but then I’d have to kill you.
Photo by Lance Cpl. Alexander L Gist
