Well, Geenie Cola figured it out. June is like Friday- w00t! The weekend is open and ready for business. Your whole life is in front of you. You are young, carefree. July is like Caturday- you’re playing Zim Zam with your homewads, drinking Cokes and eating Pop Rocks, devil may care! Uh oh, August is like Sunday, as in sun going down on you day. There is nothing but 31 straight days of back to school commercials, but you aren’t even going back to school, it’s coma time then forever sleep. August is just doledrums time, not even 1 billion dollars, a lobotomy and a month at Fire Island, wherever that is can change that. I was able to crack a tiny smile after adjusting my Craftmatic and writing a fan letter to Alex Trebek thanking him for my new life insurance when I saw this:
I thought of you guys as a bunch of ginger-haired rocking robots (that’s a good thing).