Sneaky freaky Monday

  Sneaky freaky Monday slipped off the stairs and dropped on the couch with a bucket of popcorn and a poker face.
Switched on the TV and began to tell me what was going on.
  I did pretend I was following him but it was clearly clear that a chatterbox type of interlocutor had never been my cup of tea.
  I was waiting his shift to expire and it was my only desire at that accurately taken bit of time.
- Ouch! What’s up?
- Hey, Monday! The game is over, get away from the couch!


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