Ok, some ho keeps trying to outbid me on eBay. NOT going to happen. I will choke a bitch over a Kathy Van Zeeland purse. Anyway... tonight my mom & I, along with a group of our friends, went to the local Mexican restaurant for a lil' Fajita Salad & terrible music. What ended up happening was we almost got kicked out because mama insisted on telling the story of when Granny shit her pants goin' to Jackson. All of us were laughing so hard, we were disturbin' the church crowd. Plus there was the fact that mama doesn't really know how to be quiet. Brother Lipton probably didn't need to know that my granny pooped in the woods on the side of the interstate, didn't know she got it all over her britches leg, said "I smell shit" half way down the road & made us pull over at McDonald's so she could wash her pants in the sink and dry them under the hand dryer. There was my lil' ol' granny standin' in the bathroom in her discount Keds & saggy silk panties just a rubbing those sea foam green pants. God rest 'er soul.
After eatin' and disturbin' the peace, we headed to the junk store for a little dumpster divin'.
I don't know why those people throw out perfectly useful pieces of trash.
I think I'll lay out tomorrow in my new beach chair.
...After I spray it for bugs.
After eatin' and disturbin' the peace, we headed to the junk store for a little dumpster divin'.
I don't know why those people throw out perfectly useful pieces of trash.
I think I'll lay out tomorrow in my new beach chair.
...After I spray it for bugs.
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