Jan 31, 2006 07:32
I have an appointment tomorrow to be evaluated at a place called Aquatic Rehab. I hope it means if they think they can help my hip/leg I get to go swimmin' (without jellyfish), not dolphin-fucking or some other new age shit.
I was poking around MySpace a little more, found a couple more people. One of the bitches actually managed to crash my laptop with her goddamn graphics and ugly fucking mug. Nothing crashes my laptop but an earthquake, or so I thought. Anyway it made me infinitely more grateful again to have moved out here to California. Statistically, if I had stayed, I should have 3 kids that I attribute to my inbred farmer husband but really are the git of the wigger I met at the bar. I don't have anything against farmers, but I swear to fucking god there was only one family with a few different last names, they intermarried so much. Bleah. Also, isn't the cutoff for juggalos somewhere around 21 for females, 24 for males? SOMEBODY missed that memo.
SWIMMIN' SWIMMIN' SWIMMIN' SWIMMIN' OH PLEASE (NO DOLPHINS)
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