As usual, my lame ass writing technique comes to the rescue of yet another lame ass post. But I suppose lame ass is better than no ass post...
Soooooo....HAVE YOU EVER...
- scratched your ass crack a tad too aggressively and caused some sort of skin separating injury in your cavern?
- decided that if your own personal Captain Nutty NEVER EVER came to see you again, that it still wouldn't be enough to make up for the times she DID visit?
- thought that if you moved out to the boondocks, you would be attacked by lumberjack, flannel loving rednecks with dubious tooth counts and wouldn't be able to find a bar that didn't play country music?
- felt like telling POD's teachers to kiss your dimpled ass and that the daily phone calls reporting her "lack of particpation" are getting to be a bit much? (Here's a hint - YOU'RE THE FUCKING TEACHERS! I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO! YOU'VE GOT A FUCKING DEGREE - USE IT!)
- been on your way to court to represent a drunken stripper for her d.u.i. and had to stop at the local Hardee's for an intestinal emergency?
- after visiting said Hardee's felt really bad cause you knew that what you did to that bathroom was going to cause some minimum wage Hardee's employee to have a really, really bad day?
- wanted to tell the POD that "sure, your guy friends can spend the night" cause they're ALL gay?
- thought that if you were in court nearly as much as you lead your clients to believe, that you might actually be half the attorney they seem to think you are?
- wondered if they could actually arrest you for malpractice? (Now for all my clients who are reading this - don't panic - I'm not committing malpractice - I just tend to freak over some things BUT NOT YOUR CASE - YOUR CASE IS FINE!!!)
- missed Macek really, really bad and worry that the last thing you told him was that you pissed in Lake Lanier?
- wondered if the stretch marks on your ass would eventually join together to make some sort of pattern that you could pass off as an art deco tattoo?
- thought that beer can make everything alright but if it doesn't, you'll be too drunk to give a shit?
- thought "gee, I have nothing cohesive to blog about" but then patted yourself on the back for using the word "cohesive" in your own head?
- wondered if Captain Nutty found your vibrator while snooping through your dresser?
- hoped Captain Nutty found your vibrator while snooping through your dresser? Such a find will send her to church at least 4 days a week to pray for my depraved soul.
- thought that stringing together a bunch of paranoid ramblings might spark the old creative juices?
- chuckled upon hearing "creative juices" and said in your best Beavis and Butthead voice "huh...huh...she said JUICES"?
Ummmm.....yeah....me neither.
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Babs once stumbled upon my vibrator; however, she did not mention it, she just mentioned something else that was in the bag with the silver bullet.
Ignorance is bliss I suppose.
Nope. But once, I did tell my step-son that the red whirring thing he found was the inside of a Tickle Me Elmo doll? Do I win anything??
Ah....but we'll always have that memory. That probably explains how I got that ear infection that one time I went swimming there.
Nah, hasn't happened to me either (*ahem*). The funny thing, though, is that I've used a Beavis and Butthead reference in a number of my comments recently. Those guys are awesome... .lol
Oh, and hey Kari, funny about the Elmo reference. I'll have to remember that one!
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