It is nearly Christmas time again and I begin to reflect on how utterly alone I am. My apartment has a big hole in it and there’s spiders and bats in my bed. My minimum wage job does not afford me to hire an exterminator.
My DNA results are in, and it looks like I’m 0.000000001% cardboard box! Now I’ll have to rethink breaking down my brothers and hurtling then into a dumpster at the end of my shift!
Ow! Daniel stapled his hands to the ceiling fan with an industrial stapler this morning. I had to cut the fan from the mount and it was a whole process. @HomeDepot
The doctor told me that tetanus is NOT French for “butthead.” It’s actually a serious medical condition that I’ve recently contracted. Time for the deoxidation chamber!
Do you remember when you joined Twitter? I do! #MyTwitterAnniversary
It was a sad day. The day I got hit in the face by a cash register drawer and had to have emergency reconstructive surgery to ensure my eyeballs did not melt out of their sockets. Now I am well!
Every Mother’s Day, my long lost mother Pamela sends me a small piece to a map which will eventually lead me to her exact location. I cannot wait to see her some day and give her a big hug!