Dust in the wind......

Well I gave Boo a penguin. I knew I had some stuffed ones here in the hive. I even found a Christmas one. I walk up to her and told her I finally got her penguin. She was happy. I take it out from behind my back and give it to her. She looks at it briefly and then does this to it.



















Yup, tosses it under the table. She then informs me this indeed is not the penguin she wanted. She wanted a baby, not a toy.

She drives a hard bargain. Gosh my floor looks dusty...Crap, I wish I had not seen that up close..Gee wizzers.

Now she keeps insisting I call her Minnie. I was calling her poopy pants, just to tick her off. And she would scream that her name is not poopy pants, its Minnie.

I told her I had not known her name was Minnie, as I thought it was Boo. But my memory is shotty from all the drugs I did in the 60's so I believed her.

those of you trying to do the math, in the 60's I woulda been about -10 years old.
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We are getting ready to head out for our trip to the homeland. I am suspecting at least 2 kids will be severly beaten or limping by the time we get there. And in even worse shape on the way home. I figure it will give Butch another reason to tell all his friends why his mom hates him.

If he is going to hate me for teaching him things that are useful such as not talking to strangers, not doing any under age drinking, not to shave before you actually have stubble on your face, or don't take candy from babies. He might as well hate me for things such as, but not limited too

making him kick puppies
make him sell shit door to door
Beating the crap out of him on a 16 hour drive cross the Midwest
Let him only take one potty break per 100 miles

That will give him more ammunition for telling people how I hate him.

don't tell them I make u go to Sunday school and church every week. Don't tell them I make you do your homework. Don't tell them I make you wear clean clothes and shower on a bi-weekly basis. Don't tell them I make you cut your hair. Don't tell them I wont let you eat candy for supper. Don't tell them I wont let you ride a bike with no helmet on. Don't tell them I pack your lunch for you daily, cuz otherwise u would go hungry, because holy shit, you don't eat normal food. Don't tell them how I have let you go nearly 10 years on a diet of your choice. Don't tell them how I made you go to feeding therapy when u were in first grade. Because for shits sake, u would go days without eating and hotdamn your blood sugar was getting low.

don't tell anyone any of this. Also don't mention the fact I let you go on the internet. Because child rapers hang out there.

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This is the whore who has herpes in her eyes..





















Sure she looks all sweet and cuddly. But she must be sharing her kibble with the wrong crowd. Spreading her tuna round a-bout. Putting her eyes in places they don't belong....Like my dogs ass.

I did tell her that even though she may not be having an outbreak, she can still spread herpes to anyone at any time..
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I hope everyone has a wonderful thanksgiving. I wont post again till probably Monday or Tuesday the 27th or something like that. Don't worry, or miss me..I will be with you in spirit.










Sorry I am not leaving you with a better post. I have to be to work at midnight tonight. Normally at midnight I like to be doing one of the following, but not limited too

* watching infomercials
*painting my toenails
* combing my hair
*telling one the of the bees to shut the hell up and go to sleep
* surf the internet
* channel surf
*check out the back of my eyelids

Have a good one.

I just told Boo to come here, and she told me " I told you, I am Minnie"

I told her your not Minnie your poopy pants.

Then she said " well if u say so momma"

Bee Real