No Sense

So there I was, watering my garden with my recently acquired bath water ciphon-pump, casually contemplating ideal suicide methods, when BANG!... nothing much happened. Today's word is 'squander'.

Saw a drunk woman stagger in front of the motor, nearly getting knocked down. She seemed quite relaxed really. I thought of my friend Sylvie; the woman who once bought a leaking vase - only to realise (belatedly!!!) that she had actually acquired a glass lampshade. How is it that we make it to our dotage. Fucked if I know. But that's alright. I'm not one to worry about the spinach in my teeth anyway.
Squander...