When I got up this morning it was pitch black. I took a shower but forgot to turn on the cold water, so the shower was red hot. That left me feeling blue, so I wore my baby shit briefs with Tinkerbell on the left fanny.
I made coffee and turned on the tube to watch some yellow journalism, but all I got was faces of the republican black-hearted blackguards. I could kick their purple-noble asses up between their shoulder blades. They must all be the black sheep of their family. It wasn't going to be a red letter day.
I left feeling blue, but looking at my yard made me feel like I had a green thumb. I drove to the supermarket where they lay out the red carpet I'm in there so much. I loaded the cart with white lightening which made me temporarily in the pink until I reached for greenbacks. That rose a red flag. I felt like blacklisting those people for their out of the blue prices.
I returned home and my true blue dogs met me. I was feeling mellow yellow until then. I'm their white knight. I'm green with envy of the life they lead. And since I'm now in the red, I'll have to stay home and watch the silver screen or something. My wife brown nosed for what money I had left and like a greenhorn with a yellow streak I gave it to her. She was going to a white sale and had on her hot pink nightie so I couldn't resist.
So I turned on the tube to sci-fi and there were little green men blackmailing earth people but some silver tongued devil tricked the Martians with a red herring. So I switched channels and got the republicans again talking about their white elephant mortgages. They've already given the country an economic brownout and tried to whitewash their deeds. Sometimes I'm also green with envy of certain other countries.
I need something else to do. I could go on soulcast and read about someone's dark secrets or blue Monday. I'll go to the bank later if they haven't failed and see if they have more greenbacks than me and perhaps go out tonight and paint the town red. Maybe I'll find a nice watch on the black market at a bar.
I wish I had something to write about. That would turn my face from ashen grey to titty pink.



