I succeeded in finding pumpkins that would crush my skull. Now I only have to work up the balls to actually catapult one on me. By weeks end I hope to have accomplished this feat. Sadly, I will not have the images to prove it, as I don't wanna harm my camrea.sorry dudes.
Here are some pics from our trip.....I know you have been waiting for this..
I don't know if you can see that pumpkin in the back there, but that's the one I am thinking of using for my suicide.
Here are my girls.....They see porta pottys and it excites them..
Here is Mr Shaky and his mentally impaired momma...This is where all the retardation stems.....These two folks right here...
Here is one of me and shaky....See my boobs are big..Way too damn big..Also it would help if I would wear clothes that fit me, and not about 2 sizes to big....But alas, I was cozy.
Here are all the retards that live under my roof. Its hard to believe all these social outcast under one roof, but we all seem to fit just fine....
Oh here is Boo, I think she was lost, or hoping she was lost..
Well I need to go for my 6 mile walk around the lake. As you can see from the photos, I am in need of losing about 50 pounds..I told you, ya'll thought Bossy was lying. I am a truth teller, so up yours people.
I am taking the long way to the lake, and the even longer way back home. I may swim. swim across to the other side. Maybe drown in the process. Maybe get bit by a pirahna, attacked by sharks or swallowed by whales. And if any of that happens, I will not complain one bit. I am not a complainer. Nope, not me.
Speaking of not complaining, my Boo Bee was sitting on my lap last night. We were cuddling. She says to me.
" Let me down before I poke your eye out!"
what the hell is that about?