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It has come to my immediate attention I need to get a good drunker on.

The stress I am dealing with here is just getting to me.

I know, I know, I swore I gave up vodka after my New Years Mishap...but....

its kinda like birthing a kid, u 4get about the pain and stupidly are willing to give it another go, cause we humans are mildly retarded in that sense.

So...yeah...

Oh when I picked the boy up from swim class yesterday at 5pm, cause thats the time it gets out...

I waited in the hall by the boys locker room because they have to shower when they are done, I guess they must work up a sweat swimming???????

Whatever the case may be, I get there around 4:50 because I hate being late, and in return I hate it when people are late.

So I am standing there, there are a couple other parents waiting..shortly after their little boys come galloping outta the locker room into their mothers open arms..

ok, not really, but we will just say this for the sake of story telling.

After 10 minutes goes by, I'm starting to get a little peeved, as my tolerance 4 waiting around is close to nill.

I open the locker room door and scream his name, in that sort of tone an angry mother does.

Another boy that has the same name as mine comes running to beat hell.

I say..nope, not u kid..

thank goodness, I thought I was in big trouble

no, but the other kid in there with your name is.

So after 20 damn minutes of waiting, I'm losing my cool..

I scream again, as it is very quiet in there so I am sure he is the last one in there.

Indeed he was..

We get to the car around 5:34 so this means I stood there more then a half hour waiting 4 this kid.

I give him a lecture on how inconsiderate it is to keep someone waiting who is here to pick his ass up...

he apologized profusely and told me how he has to put on a comedy show 4 his comrades, as he is the stand up comedian of the swim team.

I told him he better not ever do this again, on MY time...instead he needs to sell tickets 4 his next performance or else I am gonna walk into the locker room and heckle him, and then spank him in front of his audience.

Told him a good time to put on a show is during recess at school, not when your loving mother figure is standing waiting 4 your ass.

Oh and the school told me Thursday they want his IQ tested as they are sure he is a gifted student...

so if he is so gifted, why is he flunking math asshats?

So Monday I have a meeting with a teacher who will be doing his testing...

I better bring a copy of his last report card to refresh their memory..

Ok, im off to purchase a couple bottles of my anti depressant.