See what I did there? No? Okay.
So someone’s ringing my doorbell like it’s the end of the world out there. Heheh.
I shuffle my tired butt outta bed and make to open the door, ready to unleash some unholy sleep-disturbed, anger management style whupass, and find my next door neighbor, Wu Kong or something like that, nomming the landlady’s extremely saggy ti-….er…..boob. Yeah.
Mentally scarred for life. So I naturally do what any sane person would do in such a situation. That’s right. Politely, and quietly, close the door…..and blog that shit.
Say bye bye social glory Wu-Fong-Whatever-Tong.
Life, The world, and Earl 