Yes, I'm still smokin', celibate(for another day),enlightened(musically), and far from bored.
Man-whore had another(buddy) over here. OMG she was a hoot.
Picture this...250lbs a,lets say, 44c wearing(I swear) a 32aa bra, speaks like she has a mouth full of marbles, flaming (awful) red hair, she thought she was the shit...No, I'm not jealous, I was scared, I honestly was afraid she was gonna explode out of that bra, and someone was getting hurt, how do I explain that to the paramedics? All I saw was this giant pink blur.with red flames...
Talk about feeling anorexic, next to that Barnum and Baily retiree.
So M.W's brothere was here visiting him when he takes off with the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade baloon and leaves his 51 year old brother here, saying he'll be back in an hour, two days later(last night) he finally picks up his disrespected brother (along with Jimy and I) Poor Tony was running to get his stuff together before someone got in a hurry and forgot him.(again)
Poor guy, he actually needs to grow some balls and speak his mind, he's 20 years older than M.W. Jeez Louise. In the mean time I'm kinda stuck baby-sitting/entertaining, ok taking all the compliments he's giving,(the price one has to pay!)I AM, after-all, used to being left alone.I wasnt too put out, but Jimy wasnt happy about M.W. leaving him here all weekend, and bullshitting him by saying he would be right here, and never showing up.
So anyway yesterday I was in the garage working on my bike amoung other things when I was looking for a tool and smelled something REALLY bad... what I found was, ready for this? O.K. it was a clear grocery bag with some blue fabric or a mechanics papertowel in this towel, which was almost tranparent from moisture, was brown almost runny SHIT! Yes, my friends,poop, feces, cah cah. Imagine my shock... I went in and told Tony to come out and see what I found in the garage, of ciurse I told him to smell this bag I found (adds to the drama...lol) He was,too a bit on the surprised side.
I found this by M.W.'s motorcycle,towards the rear of the garage, this fact helping us figure out who the poopitrator was, this idiot named shorty(dont want to know why,but its probably a gimmee) was trying to get a hold of m.w. all day sat. and was being ignored, Shorty made about 3 or 4 trips over here, once we busted him in the garage, without announcing himself as being here.
My experience with this dna reject is this...Since I have no doors it is ok (in his excuse for a mind) to just move my blockades away and come in my room, this fact I have told him it wasnt ok to do, then he comes in again one morning and I was in bed (cant sleep au natural, this being one of the many reasons) he talks to me a bit and in my polite way am trying to tell him to go away, when he lifts off my covers and bites me on the ass! Yes, my incredioulous friends, my ASS. I was pissed off (too bad I didnt have bad gas, the ONE day last month) I couldnt believe it, I told Jimy, he was pissed off, talk about disrespect. This is looked at by he and I as assault, fuck-head is lucky I didnt have my pepper spray by the bed (guess where it is now) SDo there is a bit of my encounters with the cockroach in humans clothing. He came in the house the other day asking me if I heard him knocking I asked him if he saw me answer the door.WTF I guess this means I have to lock the freakin' door now. For someone who could knowingly transfer poop from their ass to our garage like some demented easter bunny has some issues, to say the least and is presumed unarmed (with intelligence) and dangerous. Seriously, who knows what could happen to me, I'm getting a cozy for my pepper spray and a quick-release belt holster for it too.
So one more thing, after finding the spoor I was sickened for the rest of the day, couldnt go bowling, I stayed home and cleaned my room, and thought about what I was going to say to this worm-food, I decided not top say anything, Jimy is getting a cervaillence camera and I'm installing it, it will be great enternainment, M.W spends alot of time out there with his "buddies" woo whoo. Oh yea, no one is going to know. FUN, FUN.
So another excerp from the saga-a-ga ga.
Love you all
xo
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2 comments:
Oh my Lord! you've got a Jerry springer show right in your own back yard!LOL
Where do men find these "winners"?
And especially the 250 pound ones?
When i was single and got up to 150 ...I was un-datable! WTH??
Strangers would tell me I was "fat"
I would throttle that guy if he left his brother with me alllll weekend. Unless he was brad pitt or sumthin' :)
UGH..and the ass biter..ugh! Does it surprise me? No...does it make me want to get MY 2 cans of pepper spray out? YES!!!
Asshole..scumstick!!!
I have pepper spray by my bed AND in my purse. LOL I even took it to the yurt.:)Just in case.
You're a great, funny writer girlfriend!
Love me
Oh...p.s. I am also in a musical "twi-light zone"
But i do have some (in my opinion)...GOOD cd's
email me your address and I'll send you copies.
You are EXTREMELY behind on updatin' this thing!
Come help me clean my house first though. lol
love me
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