The Speed

So the weekend, thankfully, is over.

Well, OMS is still enjoying his, technically, because he took today off from his usual duties of fishing for breakfast and raking up palm tree leaves so as to not disturb his threefold naps. Plus he's coked out of his mind on the coffee and the DC. 20 ounces does that to a fella.

While taking a break from said leaf raking, fish fishing and Diet Coking, OMS visited his local tattoo parlor to set up an appointment for a none-menacing dragon, as well as his local DMV office in hopes of finally switching his registration from that island to this one.

Overheard in the wonderful DMV office:

"THIS IS THE FIFTH F*CKING TIME I'VE BEEN HERE SO TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT I NEED," yells angry mom. "Tommy, let's f*cking go."

Tommy, packing up his PSP: "Jesus, Mom. Now what's the problem these people?"

"BUT EVERYTHING IS IN MY WIFE'S NAME," says Wally Whipped. "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GIVE YOU ANY OF THIS INFORMATION? IT'S IN MY WIFE'S NAME AND I'M A CITIZEN!"

OMS felt safer next to Bull the Biker and his flexing mothers back at the parlor than he did standing in line.

Good times.