Heavenly Day

Well, it’s Labor Day. A day of rest for the working class stiffs in the U.S. The effective end of summer, at least for the overly-fashion-conscious. Today I’ll be munching on a burger cooked over a bed of coals and complaining about how hot it is.

It’s the American way.

I asked God if they celebrate Labor Day in Heaven. He told me sure, every Labor Day everyone has to do a chore.

I’m not sure if he was kidding.

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