I have strange neighbors. I’m sure we all have strange neighbors, now that I think on it, however I think at times, mine are truly extraordinary. The ones on the left hand side, that is. The ones on the left are a female cop and her military-slash-karate-instructor husband. Oh, and their daughter that likes to
Tag: trashy people
Okay. Our first specimen looks to me as if she might be a hooker. Okay, not might. I’m pretty damn sure that she is. And not the shockingly cute dirty mouthy way, either. In the way that I’m a little nervous to talk to her for fear that she might somehow suck me into conversation
I’m being profane here. Seriously. I apologize, but I’m still a little shaken up. Dudes. I just paid back all those people that intervened when PK and his brother tried to stuff me in their truck like a overgrown sack of potatoes. First: some backdrop. I live in a pretty ghetto part of town (as
Tales From The Inbox: Keep Your Pee-Pee To Yourself Limiting to two this time. I plan to blog again before I go out tonight, and who knows? Maybe even a drunked blog when I get home! Will someone please check out my profile ASAP and see what is it about what’s on there that prompts
Two topics to this blog. I’m assuming that you would much prefer one blog chock full of amusing subjects as opposed to several single-topic ones, but if I’m wrong, please sue me, as I have lots of money. Firstly, and eminently most important, I need you to see why exactly Vilate has secured the position of My Myspace Fantasy
I’ve been on the receiving end of some truly inspiring emails today that I thought I would share. Names and identifying characteristics, facts, and details have been changed. Oh wait! There ARE no details or facts in any of these. Please note that I have kept all grammar, spelling, and punctuation intact.