Happy Thursday, Y’all. Wait. It’s only Wednesday? Crap.

I want to make this post, but I rather be on the coast. Oh my gatos! I need a break! Since I can’t afford a vacation on my measly receptionist wages, we can all go to Refrigeratorville instead.

RefrigeratorVille

Throwing-out sponge cake,
Tossed Philly cheese steak,
with some paper plate that’s covered in foil.
You did not eat the whole thing,
so now it is molding.
Smell that shrimp! It’s beginning to spoil!

Cleaning at five fifteen in RefrigeratorVille.
Gonna chunk your lost shaker of salt…salt…salt…salt.
Some people claim there’s a receptionist to blame,
but I think…it isn’t my fault.

You may think it treason,
but I had my reasons,
to discard your leftover pork of Moo Shoo.
It is my sworn duty,
to dump your food booty.
Why you left it here? I haven’t a clue.

Cleaning at five fifteen in RefrigeratorVille.
Gonna chunk your lost shaker of salt…salt…salt…salt.
Some people claim there’s a receptionist to blame,
Shame on you! It’s your own dang fault!