My father watches Jerry Springer. My father. The smart guy. He likes talk shows and Big Brother.
It was very cold there. COLD! My mom said, "pack a bathing suit!", but a shit load of sweaters would be best.
I bought a table. It's leg is made up of skulls and it has a skull on the table. It's hand carved out of wood. My mother hates it. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it. It was supprisingly affordable (even for a gutter punk like me), so I bought it. Grumbling Grannies rocks.
I love my computer, but I really don't wanna be here. Guilt trips are bad.
Time to go burn some of that Sandalwood incense.