I have problems. Let that be known. Now that it's out in the clear you can read the rest of this post. Sometimes (okay-all the time) I like to make conversations for animals...or I pretend to know what they are thinking and vocalize it in funny voices. Yep...I'm a nut. You can't steal my acorn hat either. So here they are: (pics from google images of "chickens")
Theze be mi womenz.
The women lub the hair. It's the hair man. Get's em' every time.
The women lub the hair. It's the hair man. Get's em' every time.
It was then that I told my mom my true dream was to become a porn star.
Bitch thought I was a mop.
Nope. I still can't see you. OH wait, no, no I still can't.
Okay, for real's this time...I am going to write my thesis now. Really.
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