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I was up way too early this morning. I worked a looong shift at work and have just got home and my stomach is grumbling and probably all I've got to gnaw on in the refrigerator is a loooong-expired technicolor slab of putrefying bologna and stale black bread. Why am I keeping my stale black bread in the refrigerator you might ask?
Because the cockroaches on the kitchen counter complained.
Actually, they took up a petition with the rats in the trash bucket.
You have no idea just how looong a cruelty-to-kitchen-counter-cockroach and trash-bucket-rat petition can actually be...but to give you an idea they have cleaned me out of several rolls of barely-used toilet paper and all of my best inked-out pens.
But am I stopping to eat when this thread so sadly needs to be bumped? No. Because I know that you folks here at Mobilereads depend upon my ceaseless dedication to gratuitous self-promotional semi-spamming thread bumps.
Buy my book so that I can buy the kitchen-counter-cockroaches a brand new loaf of slightly stale bread...
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