Our neighborhood is haunted by country bands.
I bought a kite for killboarding, furthering my plot to not survive the summer.
Sun Ra: I want to wear an apron.
Sun Ra: To the rodeo.
Sun Ra: It’s gonna say, “My other apron is a Ford.”
Sun Ra: No wait. Better yet, “a Hyundai.”
Sun Ra: Better yet, “My other I’M GONNA FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS”
Sun Ra: That would do the trick.
OUCH! I just got bit my something living in this chair!