Soul tired
I'm exhausted and could use a good, long rest. Weary, I guess that's the right word. Ill.
This is fun though:
I miss my old man, the kids, and his freakin' evil cat... Tuesday. We have a feud like none other, this cat and I. And I so win, by the way, mostly because I can have intelligent conversation and don't stomp around in my own shit. But mostly, I win because I have boobs. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, you furry biatch...
This is fun though:
I miss my old man, the kids, and his freakin' evil cat... Tuesday. We have a feud like none other, this cat and I. And I so win, by the way, mostly because I can have intelligent conversation and don't stomp around in my own shit. But mostly, I win because I have boobs. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, you furry biatch...