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Dressed To a Kill

the rain spilled its barrels on my way to work hit a pot hole and the tire split the spare like a donut was cream filled a passing motorist splashed me with a puddle my nice matching suit was not drip dry could not go to the office looking like this stopped at the cleaners for a dry clean told them to hurry so I wouldn’t be late the suit came rolling out on the circling rack missing some buttons and cuffs turned up I gave them the bird and dashed out in my skivvies was picked up for indecent exposure taken to court which the judge then laughed “didn’t your mama tell you they’d be days like this? I replied didn’t your mama tell you to only wear fruit of the loom?

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