An Arsenal of Excuses

Nice title huh? But forget that, this post isn't about the title (well it relates to it), its about the understanding of the title. What is an arsenal of excuses? Well, let me just put it that an arsenal of excuses is what I call a truckload of excuses hurled at you, just because someone wants to get out of something. I can't deny that I've given some particularly untruthful excuses, but now I sit wondering to myself how spectacular it would have been if I had actually done the deed and sat there smiling instead of sweating and lying. This is where Mr. P comes in. He's a highly satanic fellow, who'll take over your brain and keep it snoozing for eternity if it could. Mr. P is often known as Procrastination. He's darn good at his job, and he gets paid even more for it. Now you're probably sitting there wondering that its a nice story and all, but what's this guy trying to prove with all this Mr. P crap. I'm gonna tell you to stand up first of all, and then realize you are procrastinating RIGHT NOW YOU FOO! When you could've helping your old ma with some thing or another, or your old pa, or do some useful deed, you're sitting there with a piece of artificial junk in your hands wasting YOUR precious life. And when poor old ma comes asking for the 100th time why you were sitting locked up in your room, in your pajamas, eating day old cake and chips; all you can manage is an arsenal of excuses.