Yeah, I got up around 8 this morning.
"What? During the summer? That's crazy!"
Indeed, but I have a job you know.
"Do tell!"
I work for my uncle, he owns a lawn care and property maintenence company.
"So, why does that make you a lobster?"
Well, like I said, we do lawn maintenence.
"And...?"
I got sunburnt working all day. I'm as red as a lobster. I'm tired too. And thursday will be awesome!
"Uhhh, why? Because you'll be cooked?"
In a way. My uncle ordered a hottub and we began to build a room for it in the backyard. We are nearly done with it.
"Really? Can I join?"
No, because I don't really know you guys. You just decided to intervene with my entry.
"Awww..."
Well folks, you heard, or rather, read, the conversation. That's what's going on as of right now.
MY MOMMY COMES ON SATURDAY! whee
I wish I could have another chance... I guess I wasn't meant to...
-Kibble
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