Fuck if I know
Well, I've always made fun of people with livejournals and blogs or whatever, but I've decided to conform and get one.
So my mom is sitting down here, because she loves to gossip, and we really just want her to go upstairs so we can get out the alcohol, but she just never shuts up. My Thanksgiving sucked because I got to dinner late and there were no more mashed potatoes left...what is Thanksgiving without mashed potatoes? Shit, that's what it is. I've decided to make my own feast tomorrow, so if you live in the hell hole we call Flint/Burton/Davison, you can come over and enjoy. My throat hurts because I never take the medicine that the doctor gives me for long enough and so once I think its gone, I stop taking it and then it comes back. Kate wrote this really good song. Its sung to the tune of "Jingle Bells." Try it out, I think you'll laugh. "Jingle bells, vodka smells, but it makes me feel good. I could really use some now, since I'm back in the hoo-od. Kerrie likes beer and Han likes the huke (as in hooka...I added this clarification, so don't sing it) and Kara will take it all. But I like to have flavored things and then I'll have a ba-ll.Pictures here and pictures there, pictures for Facebook. Ker showed boobs to get some beads, and then some we just to-ok. Stupid Bitch, wenis and twat are our favorite words. Don't give us no juice or pop cuz that shit's for the birds." Funny, I know.
My cousin John from Texas came over today and we reminiced as we listened to all of the old rap songs we liked from like the seventh grade. Just some Pharrell, Jay-Z, Ludacris and Nelly. Good times. I've decided my favorite phrase is, "Fuck if I know," and I really need to learn not to use it at home because it offends some people...especially my mom. O, well. Now that I'm no longer a blog virgin, I'm going to get some sleep.
So my mom is sitting down here, because she loves to gossip, and we really just want her to go upstairs so we can get out the alcohol, but she just never shuts up. My Thanksgiving sucked because I got to dinner late and there were no more mashed potatoes left...what is Thanksgiving without mashed potatoes? Shit, that's what it is. I've decided to make my own feast tomorrow, so if you live in the hell hole we call Flint/Burton/Davison, you can come over and enjoy. My throat hurts because I never take the medicine that the doctor gives me for long enough and so once I think its gone, I stop taking it and then it comes back. Kate wrote this really good song. Its sung to the tune of "Jingle Bells." Try it out, I think you'll laugh. "Jingle bells, vodka smells, but it makes me feel good. I could really use some now, since I'm back in the hoo-od. Kerrie likes beer and Han likes the huke (as in hooka...I added this clarification, so don't sing it) and Kara will take it all. But I like to have flavored things and then I'll have a ba-ll.Pictures here and pictures there, pictures for Facebook. Ker showed boobs to get some beads, and then some we just to-ok. Stupid Bitch, wenis and twat are our favorite words. Don't give us no juice or pop cuz that shit's for the birds." Funny, I know.
My cousin John from Texas came over today and we reminiced as we listened to all of the old rap songs we liked from like the seventh grade. Just some Pharrell, Jay-Z, Ludacris and Nelly. Good times. I've decided my favorite phrase is, "Fuck if I know," and I really need to learn not to use it at home because it offends some people...especially my mom. O, well. Now that I'm no longer a blog virgin, I'm going to get some sleep.