Hey Cat...
You've got three guys who'll now kill for ya, if ya ever want or need 'em to.
Or, who'd vote for ya, if you ever decided to run for "Jesus", I do believe.
Which is unusual as hell.
Eric's usually the first to pass out. BUT, he's off tomorrow (instead of Saturday) and I think he already can't wait to wake up and sit around all day eatin' on that stuff.
*grin*
He sitting, or slumping may be more accurate, in his recliner right now, watching some show about Alaska and his kid is outside "walkin' it off". Nobody even wants to hear the word "cake" right now, either.
*giggle* Which is good, because I need to excavate (let alone CLEAN) the kitchen first.
AFTER I get done pullin' the last of the Low Country Boil outta the big-assed pot I bought to cook it in and get it covered and in the fridge. If I myself don't pass out, first.
Yawnin' big enough to swallow my own head right now.... Oughta go get started, I suppose. BUT... before I go, I feel a need to send a big "BITE MY ASS!" to the panty-waists at Munu for all their stupid, unnecessary BULLSHIT comments under my now deleted post. How the fuck is it ANYBODY ELSE can piss and moan and raise hell about the bullshit that goes on over there and nobody says a fuckin' WORD, but when it's ME, all of a sudden we get a buncha fuckin' Emily Post wannabe's giving me shit? Fuck you.
And, you and you. I've deleted alla your bullshit emails as SPAM and will continue to do so til you all die.
Okay?
Piss off already and fuck you very much. Dicks. Okay then...
I feel much better now and on that note...
I'm outta here. Peace (And Pixy... you and Paul are about the only two I wasn't talking to just then.)
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