ducked outta the job to take the mower for resuscitation ($120, ouch), poked my head in Toxichouse-11am, Spike still sleeping, Shebitch @ the beach. Now readers, you will recall my nausea re: Keith's childhood memories of.......right, nothing, being left alone while Shebitch selfishly tries to exacerbate her carcinoma-I hope. It finally comes home after leaving him alone all day, and gets mad @ him for not wanting to eat @ 6pm. He asks It where It's going-It does a driveby, It answers "to meet a friend." Hmmmmm. Lets keep some secrets.
Got my St.Francis on, G is good.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment