In my professional opinion, kids are stupid. Granted some are more stupid then others, I realize this. But on some level they are all utter morons.
Now my Bees are no exception. Mine are mentally challenged. VERY challanged.
But today I witnessed something with my own moral eyes. Ya see, I was called into work last night because we had 8 juveniles to book and release. So I did all the booking and releasing my my co-workers did the other jobs that had to be going on. Now I ran into some stupid kids. Ranging in ages from 14-16.
When I was about to fingerprint 2 of them, I had asked them when was the last time they had washed their hands. our machine works better with clean hands...2 of the 8 kids had no idea when the last time they washed their hand was, but they knew it had not been in the last 24 hours. And this was at 7pm.
All these kids smelled of cow crap and body odor.
Secondly, not one of these kids knew their right from their left. Now my littlest Bee whom is 3, can sometimes tell what is her right hand, the other two know for sure. Because they are not that retarded.
So I had to keep telling them what was their left and right hands. If you don't know your right from your left, don't get in trouble with the law, cuz when your brought in for processing and you don't know the difference, it makes you look even more assnine.
I put cute lil Dora undies on Boo yesterday. I would ask her all the time if she had to piddle. She kept telling me no.
Even thru her nap she did not pee.
Well about 6pm CST it happened..according to Mr shaky...She let the flood gates open ON MY SOFA. The flow was so big it nearly drown them all.
Ok, I have done some thinking about my friends application. I figured why bother. I highly doubt any of you are serious about it. Your sitting at home laughing at me.
look at this damn loser, she is 31 and has no friends, I will tell her I will be her friend so she don't jump off a roof or stab herself in the eye...
Well I don't want your pity. No thank you. I will remain friendless. I will remain a hermit of my own hive.
I hope you all can sleep at night knowing what a tortured soul I am.
And I am this close to getting a kitten. Not sure how a kitten handles liquor, but I am about to find out.
I need a drinking buddy.
Someone, anyone, don't let me get a kitten....
By the way, I am ready to take Handy Mannys hammer and bash his face in. Now I hate to resort to violence of any kind...ok that is not true...
And that damn Blue wiggle was back again last night. I told him it was over, he wept. I told him he needs to cut the sideburns, get some "just for men" hair color, and drink some coffee so his teeth aren't so damn white..Then we can talk.
I have decided I am going to train for my first marathon. I am giving myself a year to prepare and train. I am about more then 150% sure I will die of a heart attack before, durring or after said event. But I am gonna do it. I will more then likey blow out a knee, sprain one or both ankels, or break something....Probably get bit by a dog or catch a stray bullet while running amuck in the city...
But dont feel sorry for me and be my friend....
Have a good weekend. As always here are my rules for you.
don't drink and drive
don't highjack any cars/trucks/vans
don't kick any puppies
don't let your spouse control the remote
Keep your clothes on unless your showering or mating
And as always, don't free base on the courthouse grounds.