"How do you get blood out of leather?"Okay Mr. Pyscho I just killed my wife who's been cheating on me for the past year and half because I can't get it up. When I give him the most shocked look possible, he shakes it off like it's nothing and I hear this question like 100 times a day. "What my dog bled on my backseat." So you call your wife a dog? I know she's been cheating on you. But you loved her enough to murder her. I don't think I have the balls to ask random people such a disturbing question. Seriously, ask another one of your crack head friends. I'm sure they'll turn your ass in just to get more of their poison. Awe, what are friends for? Seriously, they should have told you about your bed hopping wife. But then again, you should have pitched a tent. Snap.
People and their stupid questions. Do I look like I've ever needed to get blood out of anything? Okay so there was that one time. Kidding. I would never ask a random person such a question. Of course I'm gonna think you're an axe murderer. Hello I profile. Especially when you ask me about removing blood from something.
Enough of that. It's fucking hot outside. 102 degrees. I hate Texas summers. Especially since we didn't really have a winter. It's only going to get hotter. Fuck me. Royally.
That is all.
*Love One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. The book is way better. Just so you know.*
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"Here's Johnny!" The Shinning. The remake sucked with that guy from wings. Anywho...I'm off to watch the shinning and read one flew over cuckoo's nest. =)
So what did you end up telling the nice gentleman? LMFAO at your day.
I looked at him rather strangely and was like I've never had to do such things, you sick freak.
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