Do Nothing Day

I asked my pal what he was doing tomorrow- should I pay him a call? He said that he'd had such a tiring week he wasn't doing anything at all. So he got out of bed and he didn't get dressed, and he didn't get washed or brush teeth, just wandered downstairs with no clothes on showing all normally hidden beneath. He didn't have coffee or breakfast, and went without dinner and tea, to go a whole day without filling one's tum doesn't sound that appealing to me. By evening his boredom was raging and he vented his spleen on his kin, eventually chasing them all down the street wearing nowt but what he was born in. Hairy and hungry, ranting and raving like something from out of a zoo, next time when I ask what his weekend plans are, I'm sure he'll find something to do.