For space, one puts the butter in the butter container. But does one put the car in the garage if one is my daughter Corinne? One does not. One puts the car on the driveway where it is in my way every morning. Does one get up to move that car seeing as one was not placing that car in an optimum location and one’s mother needs to earn the keep for both of them? One does not.
“Corinne, get your lazy ass up and move that Chevy!”
Oh look, there she goes, ass flapping wildly in the wind. Not a head nor tail to care for or whatever the phrase goes. Rubbing her eyes like she’s got it hard. She doesn’t have it hard. Just to the bottom of the driveway, parking that car on the street and then she don’t have nothing else to do.
“Put the car in the garage you lazy turd!” I yell as I drive off.
I wonder if she’s gonna sleep till noon. I never get to sleep till noon.
