Nothing Good Happens on Thursdays

I just sharpened a pencil. Using a pencil sharpener. I haven't done that in ten years.

I have put out several mouse traps, the mouse has eaten the bait off of the trap without triggering the spring. This mouse can crawl on walls and dodge death. I do not know how to stop him. But mark my words, I will find a way. Even if it means doing my dishes. It's called karma, mouse, and its coming right back at you.

I need a shave, I look like Abraham Lincoln over here. If Abraham Lincoln were a temp. A temp who wore the same pants every day.

I believe songs give us rules. I have never gone chasing a waterfall.