Minute Things to pit before dawn's light

I pit the migraine that invaded my head yesterday, the first day of Vacation with the kidlets, leaving me in a pained state wishing for death and leaving my children freerange with the remote and frig. You bitch, you only just left me about 5am.
I pit the hole in the heel of my favorite wool socks. I don’t fucking feel like darning you. Damn you to hell!
Lastly, I pit munkey.com. I do not want you as my home page, you groundhogs rectum.

I need more caffeine.

You wanna damn them but you don’t want to darn them? Isn’t darning an intermediate step to damnation?

:cool: :smiley:

Yes, I know what darning is. I was a boy scout ya’ know!

Psst – Mr Bus Guy – I think you just got added to her list.

Damning socks is faster and easier than darning them, darn you, Mr. Bus Guy!

Maybe you could drat them instead.

Give them to the dog. Then they’d be dog-gone socks.

Definitely MPSIMS material.

Off it goes…