What’s wrong, you look like thunder.
It’s those two birds I’m going out with, Tuesday and Thursday
What’s the problem, get the days mixed up.
No, I call them Tuesday and Thursday, and I take them out on Friday and Saturday.
You do lead a strange life, so what’s the problem?
The problem is Tuesday, she wants to go out on Saturday.
Well, why don’t you take Tuesday out on Saturday afternoon, leaving you free to take Thursday out on Saturday night.
My god, that’s genius, that’s what I’ll do.
Monday morning
So, how did your weekend go?
Aw man, what a disaster, I took Tuesday to the bowling in the afternoon, and totally forgot Friday worked there.
Wow, there, who the hell is Friday?
She was casual.
So what happened?
She phoned Thursday; that’s what happened.
Oh, sounds painful.
No, the painful part was when the wife turned up.
Oops, bet you were wondering what day it was, can I see the film.
Get you a copy later; for now, I am stuck with Monday for a while.
What did the wife say?
She wasn't my wife but Wednesday's
Wednesday is married to a woman?
Yeah, she's a little freaky. So there I was with Tuesday, Wednesday's wife,
Thursday on the way and Friday in my face about Thursday.
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Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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I can see the problem...
Humorous, I enjoyed the tale!
Not enough days.
Thank God that Saturday and Sunday didn't show up. A fun read Paul had me confused for a while
He's learned his lesson, Sunday says.
Well done
Paul, this is hilarious. The commitment to the bit all the way through is what makes it work so well...every new line somehow making the situation even more impossible while still feeling internally logical in its own bizarre universe. “Friday was casual” and “I am stuck with Monday for a while” absolutely cracked me up. One heck of a fun write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Most people hate Mondays aswell.
I'm grateful it is only on a weekly basis. What if it were on a monthly schedule with all them birds flying in and those odd months.. Someone will miss out in February, Captain.
I don't know how he fits life in.
I reckon you should dump them for Friday and Monday? lol 🤣🌹
They've all left him and started a sewing bee.
Feels like a barstool joke that kept spiraling until it tripped over its own lies.
There’s a chaotic charm in it—funny on the surface, but you can feel the mess catching up underneath.
Guys joined a monastery now.
Everyday's a Sunday now.
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