He wrinkled his nose and gagged with the first drink of
coffee. It was salty as shit.
When he washed his coffee mug, the top came off the dish
detergent and a river of blue soap flowed into his mug.
His slippers were missing, and there was a pair of pink bunny
slippers in their place, so that’s what he wore to the mailbox.
Grabbing the doorknob to get back into the house, it was
covered in olive oil and hella hard to open.
April Fools Day would be a real pain in the ass if he
didn’t live alone.
