This one is called, “In My Pajamas Before 7 p.m. on a Saturday Night” or “Too Sad for Words.”
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
Or, “Man, that is the cat’s pajama’s cool. I’m jealous!” It’s all how you look at it. 😉
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We worked in the yard all afternoon and after my shower I said, “screw it! I’m wearing my pj’s.”
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I know you said “before seven,” but all I can see are a lot of eights.
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Ha!
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