Welcome to “Morning at Kozak’s House”
The alarm goes off at 7AM and K reaches over and slams the clock radio.
Feeling a urge within the sheets, he begins thinking about all the people that died over night.
He pole-vaults out of bed, too interested in checking numbers to rub the dirt from his root.
He straightens his whitey-loosies and deflates his usual over-night date so it can be laundered.
He ambles down to his PC and checks the World-O-Meter website in warm anticipation.
There! There! More deaths and positive cases.
Thank gaia it isn’t over.
He feels that groinal urge again...he thinks about taking a shower.
A quick copy/pasta from “the meters” site to a waiting vanity post (he started it before bedtime the previous evening) and...Oh! Look at the time, it’s 7:18 already.
No review...just hit POST!
Now, let’s fire-up that PornHub account....
LMAO! Great summary.
Great post.. you mentioned:
He straightens his whitey-loosies and deflates his usual over-night date so it can be laundered.
I’m guessing “it” is a Fauci inflatable.
“Welcome to “Morning at Kozak’s House”
You just made today’s intermittent fasting that much easier