So, um, when does this thing get funny?
I should have waited to start a blog.

You know, like after I've had all my female organs purposely ripped out so I can try to conceive an alien baby; My kids have grown up, moved away and forgotten to tell me; My dog's been put to sleep for squirrel abuse and I am high on Prozac (or crack).

By then I should be rich, having made my first $100 selling my story to America's Blandest Home Memoirs, gumming my squashed vegetables and scratching my diaper. I've been retired from the Streetwalkers Union for two-years at that point, so I spend my days walking the halls, looking for fresh peas.


Peas Out

- posted by Ginxy @ 4/01/2004 06:02:00 PM