No more sludge talk for a while but that doesn’t include bad language.
Bad language is artistic expression in its purest form.
Like, shit! I think my clothes might shrink.
Really. My clothes might be in danger of shrinkage. Not that kind of shrinkage.
I stuffed them into the dryer and left the room, despite the vaguely worded instruction label, “when needed, tumble dry low.”
Troubling words, “when needed.” WTF does it mean? I need clarification.
A transcript of a fictional 1-800 call.
Press 1 if you like beef jerky.
Press 2 if you’re easily distracted.
Press 3 if you’re dyslexic.
You pressed 2!
Please hold while the same tedious voice prompt plays over and over again until a nitwit answers your call.
Twenty-minutes later after drinking heavily.
Hello 800#. Hiccup
Got any 1-800# horror stories?