Crazy Days, Call for Desperate Measures.

It's been a few days. Craziness surrounds this chick. It does. Like today for instance, I go and feed my grandmother's fatty doxies after work. Her Tivo is broken so I can't watch TV. The hardrive is out? Say what? I thought Tivo was like the closest thing to God? Anyway, I step outside to let the dogs out and go and talk to the neighbor's. I step into their backyard and am talking and well playing around with Addy. When out of nowhere, I see it. This hen is raring back, and is getting ready to charge the Zanne. They've had these chickens for like forever. Not once have they ever paid attention to my crazy ass. Why the fuck now? Are me and my croc's all that interesting? Oh hell no, this little pussy was out and back into her yard in about 2.5 seconds. The fastest I've ever tried to run. I hate birds, and well I hate chickens now. Seriously...I'm terrified of anything that flies and old people that drive huge ass Cadillacs.

Seriously, is it necessary for every old person on the face of the earth to drive a caddy? The Cadillac has to be the top un safest car in America. If not, it should be. Why? Cause old people with cataracts that shouldn't be driving, are behind the wheel. And have you seen those big black sunglasses they all wear? How can anyone see out of those things anyway? Old people shouldn't being wearing anything that strains there vision. It just doesn't make any sense to me. Why you would blur someone's vision, when they already have a hard time seeing? 9,837,754 wrecked caddies later, and we still don't know. Might as well blindfold granny before you let her drive. It would be more entertaining. You'd go to hell for sure, but I'd sure as hell rather hang out with Ozzy Osborne and Alice Cooper than sit around in Cosby sweaters and eat milk and cookies all day, while the Sound of Music plays non stop.

Okay so my day wasn't that crazy. But damn, I'm tired.