Well, this is awkward

I thought I'd have a little sit down at my computer to see if I could get the sarcastic/writing/creative juices flowing...

and,

I've got nothin'.

It's seems as if I'm fresh out of funny and running low on creative.

But,

I do have this...

On any given day, you could stop by my house...
Actually, don't just stop by. Call first. I have dishes to hide and Febreze to spray.
(so after you call, and after I pretend clean)

you can show up to my house and odds are I would be wearing this shirt.

ENJOY COKE!

And I do. Everyday. 32 oz. of love.

And Coke doesn't even pay me for it,
but they should.

And that's all I have to say on the topic of having nothing to say.

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