Lost Keys

I come home from work today. I'm gonna get my Call Of Duty: Special Ops on and blast some fools as the NVA in Hanoi.

I go to the mail box and all that's in there is junk mail. Junk mail is buster.

I get back upstairs and guess what happens. I left my keys downstairs. Buster. I go downstairs to get them back. They're gone. The office hasn't had them turned in. Buster. I go upstairs to see if someone is by my place with them. Nobody is there. Now I think someone has my keys and can just fuck with my space whenever they like. That's buster as hell. It turns out the office eventually got them back. I feel like a fool. Buster.

Lost keys are buster. Keep coming back.