#564: SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALRIGHT FOR...
Saturday night's alright for crawling around on your belly on the floor of your apartment and taking pictures of whatever you find down there.
Whatevs, you think. Mr. Stubbs is full of shit. Beer? you ask yourself. Beer, you reply with a nod, because as you've found out, Saturday night's NOT alright for crawling around on your belly on the floor of your apartment. No night is. The only stuff that's down there are loners, celibates, and workaholics. You consider getting better stuff and a decent mop as you head out the door.
Mr. Stubbs, sorry to be left alone yet again, composes a haiku about The Nun, whom he has loved from afar, lo, these eighty years:
she's stiff, silent, but
her shape entices, what piece
I would dare serve her
This is day four of the thirty days of NaBloPoMo 2006, and the above entry is my latest submission. To check out what other NaBloPoMo-ers are filling their spaces with, use the NaBloPoMo Randomizer.