I pledge alligence, to the retards, of the United States of America...
Robot Chicken just ran my face over. and I loved it.
Ok, so to wrap up the insane story about the guy under my kitchen table. Let's call him Hickface (he just recently served time for a charge of domestic violence towards his parapalegic father). We will call his brother BrotherDie (he is the one on a felony probation for stabbing a man 8 times).
So, Hickface was in their kitchen fixing a nice, lovely dinner of frenchfries on the stove. Him and BrotherDie begin arguing, and Hickface takes the hot pan of grease and slings in onto BrotherDie. Well, BrotherDie then runs after the shotgun and starts trying to load it while chasing Hickface out the door. Hickface runs around the neighborhood, screaming that someone is trying to kill him, until he sees my bystanding dad and stepbro out in the yard. My brilliant dad decides the best place to hide this mess is under our kitchen table. Well, after I posted, along comes BrotherDie, into our yard, shotgun in hand. Of course he was acting a fool, screaming for us to get that "pussyface" out in the yard. By that time, about 10 Sheriff cars had made it to our front yard. They cuffed both BrotherDie and Hickface, one for breaking probation and the other for assault.
The blood was spared, and the small town of Sparks, GA had security in the topic of its front page news for the next three weeks or so...
BUT! I did find out not too long ago that March is, and I shit you not, NATIONAL MENTAL RETARDATION APPRECIATION MONTH. yay.
What I did find a bit awkward though. It is also Eye Donor Month and Eye Health Month... I doubt there are too many people on the waiting list for eyes appreciating the people who have naturally healthy eyes. It just seems like a kick in the face to me... Like, "Oh, look, I have 20/20 vision... What you got? Where's the love? WHERE IS THE LOVE?"
I came back to Opp a day early. Yes, I am here. Here I am, again. yippies. I did make it to Dothan tonite for a little one-on-one Troy action in front of Waffle House. True, my mom and Jimmy were waiting for me in their truck, but I did sneak in a few ass grabs and alot of well-needed kisses. I had missed him so...
I hope my days get a bit more easier, thoughtwise. I knew that in the healing process there would be some rough spots, but... I was not prepared for just this many. Just, to whatever god you pray to, or whatever wish you might make, please keep me in mind. I am disappointing myself, and trying my hardest not to disappoint those who have been concerned about things with me. But, I just need a push. That's all...
Ok, so to wrap up the insane story about the guy under my kitchen table. Let's call him Hickface (he just recently served time for a charge of domestic violence towards his parapalegic father). We will call his brother BrotherDie (he is the one on a felony probation for stabbing a man 8 times).
So, Hickface was in their kitchen fixing a nice, lovely dinner of frenchfries on the stove. Him and BrotherDie begin arguing, and Hickface takes the hot pan of grease and slings in onto BrotherDie. Well, BrotherDie then runs after the shotgun and starts trying to load it while chasing Hickface out the door. Hickface runs around the neighborhood, screaming that someone is trying to kill him, until he sees my bystanding dad and stepbro out in the yard. My brilliant dad decides the best place to hide this mess is under our kitchen table. Well, after I posted, along comes BrotherDie, into our yard, shotgun in hand. Of course he was acting a fool, screaming for us to get that "pussyface" out in the yard. By that time, about 10 Sheriff cars had made it to our front yard. They cuffed both BrotherDie and Hickface, one for breaking probation and the other for assault.
The blood was spared, and the small town of Sparks, GA had security in the topic of its front page news for the next three weeks or so...
BUT! I did find out not too long ago that March is, and I shit you not, NATIONAL MENTAL RETARDATION APPRECIATION MONTH. yay.
What I did find a bit awkward though. It is also Eye Donor Month and Eye Health Month... I doubt there are too many people on the waiting list for eyes appreciating the people who have naturally healthy eyes. It just seems like a kick in the face to me... Like, "Oh, look, I have 20/20 vision... What you got? Where's the love? WHERE IS THE LOVE?"
I came back to Opp a day early. Yes, I am here. Here I am, again. yippies. I did make it to Dothan tonite for a little one-on-one Troy action in front of Waffle House. True, my mom and Jimmy were waiting for me in their truck, but I did sneak in a few ass grabs and alot of well-needed kisses. I had missed him so...
I hope my days get a bit more easier, thoughtwise. I knew that in the healing process there would be some rough spots, but... I was not prepared for just this many. Just, to whatever god you pray to, or whatever wish you might make, please keep me in mind. I am disappointing myself, and trying my hardest not to disappoint those who have been concerned about things with me. But, I just need a push. That's all...