Monthly Archives: June 2009
Michael Jackson dies, Anne Hathaway and the best dress ever
Unless you have been sitting under a mammoth sized rock, you should know by now that Michael Jackson moon walked his way to… um.. heaven(?) today. Now before the MJ fans come and beat me snotty with a shiny glove, let me just say I love the dude, of course that was when I was [...]
like a mountian spring turd…
There are the turd burglars who come in just as you shit, the campers who camp out in the bathroom while you are poised to take a shit and never leave, hence leaving you cramped with quivering lip trying to hold back the impending doom that is a work shit. However today, I found something new... something so strange I can't even name it.
Shame Kim Jong Il!
Gizmodo has a awesome idea, I can feel my photoshop skills tingle every time I read this.
He is a hard ass…
Basically, I fired his doctor cause she is a fucktard and wanted to put my dad down like a lame horse cause "he is too old and this will most likely happen again". Well she can suck my poorly wiped asshole
The end? Sigh.
So tomorrow is going to be crap. We have to discuss if dad can continue on the way he is.
Hospitals: bad food and funny hats.
One min I am working on a project and the next min I am speeding down 64 about to spin the rubber off my tires. A nurse called and said that dad was crashing and I should get to the hospital. Thirty mins after her call I ripped into the hospital parking lot and haul [...]
Tuesday Update- The AARP is watching you, and they are ready.
So the last few days have been interesting. There is a concern of Cancer; however I cannot worry about that right now. The immediate need is to get his lungs back in order. They drained over a liter of fluid from his right lung and may have to drain more as the week goes on. [...]
day… thursday? pop update
Today was rough, lots of ups and downs. The pneumonia is not going away or getting smaller. just sitting there like a little bitch. At lunch they took him off the ventilator and off the sleepy time meds. For about a hour he was able to look at me, hold my hand, gesture and mouth [...]
PMS, Sally Struthers, Sarah Mclachlan, and Suicide