I Struggle for My Sanity

I struggle for my sanity on a daily basis.

Washing Plastic Cockroaches


My brother found some plastic cockroaches at a rummage sale. He put them on the kitchen sink as a sight-gag or fright-gag that’s good for about two seconds. They’re still sitting there.

This is a dusty old house – so when I wash the dishes I occasionally find myself giving those cockroaches a bath.

Washing cockroaches is not my idea of sanity, ya know?

Lord, Help Me!

I struggle for my sanity every single day.


About The Twentieth Man

Age 68
This entry was posted in Dirty Words, Going Bananas, Humor, Observations, Personal History, Short Stories and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.