The Zombies’ She’s Not There is about Me

Well no one told me I could turn off the video

So we had a zoom meeting yesterday and Daisy practically licked herself to death in front of everybody while I went to settle a ruckus and she’s a loud licker (which sounds like somebody bragging about their moonshine) so she got lots of camera time

And then somebody said I clashed with my fucking walls

Whatthefuckev, man, I got better things to do than worry about whether or not I go with my walls. I mean I got leaves in my eaves and dim-to-no lightbulbs and we’re out of apples and there’s nothing green in the fridge that’s supposed to be green and also dangerously close to the end of ice cream we are, Yoda.

All I said was really with a very small almost invisible question mark and then there was just this stupid silence so I signalled Daisy to fart but she was too busy laughing

If you are wondering how I signal Daisy to fart you are my kind of person btw, and it went something like this:

She is usually happy to comply and often I don’t even have to ask her and for the benefit of those with noise cancelling earphones, Daisy’s farts make their presence known in ways more enduring – and endearing depending on how weird you are – than audio.

SOL!

(which means a very immature stink out loud, David)

One woman on our zoom calls always has a piece of tape over her camera hole and I don’t know about anybody else but I keep hoping it will peel off, you know, slowly reveal whatever it is she’s hiding which I suspect is that moonshine I mentioned earlier but could be bodies.

Anyway, motherfuckers, this one’s short and stinky but here’s something sweet to listen to:

She’s Not There and Time of the Season is next so wait for it because it’s a gas, too