spinning those yarns of the drunken tailspin that youre sliding down
i yawned,
stretched my arms out of lack
of nothing for them to do,
nodded my head
and wished that my hot dog would talk to me.
as that piece of meat had more personality than all your bullshit stories combined.
although
youre prettier.
but not by much.
personality counts for alot.
thanks for lunch.
now
go
use all that yarn you spread
and build yourself something useful,
like a beer cozy.