It's bad enough dealing with Satan's tennis bracelet there but now... I've got that bastard Joan Miro trying to ruin my life..
Earlier this evening, I was showing Martha some of my latest work...flippin through the phone.
Y'all know how hesitant I am to talk about myself but...I'm starting to take control here...I'm hotter than Georgia asphalt...I could touch the sky.
She let out an audible gasp...I could hear it...it was loud.
"No Sugar...that's not me."
"Oh...OK...well it's just really good."
"Yeah I picked up on that."
The picture is on my phone because I love Miro. I spent a solid hour starring at this thing last Friday in the office. He seems to have effortless command over ever line every stroke. He's untouchable...but, now I have to destroy him...that's all.