Thank you, Jack Van Impe for providing me with a much needed excuse to get out of EVERYTHING. Even though Mr. G has
forbidden me to watch this dude's show--because it scares the crap out of me for days--my boss was watching and yes, I shamelessly listened in!
Jack is positive the end of the world is coming December 21, 2012. And oh, is he ever gleeful about it. I never saw an individual so thrilled to see complete annihilation.
I got home from work this evening, and Mr. G said, 'Don't forget, it's your turn to do dishes." I said, "Honey, what's the point? The world is going to end in four years anyway." I used that excuse all evening. It was fantastic! Mr. G wanted me to help him string the clothes lines outside. "Who cares about clean clothes? The world is going to end soon." Mr. G wanted me to show him how to make pork chops. "Why eat? The world is crashing to an end in four years."
Mr. G wanted sex. "Count me in!" Hey! The world's gonna end in four years. I have to get all I can.
Nothing worse than getting sucked up in to Heaven when you're horny and throbbing.
The other afternoon I saw Paula Poundstone on Comedy Central and I have to say, she was very funny. I don't know when the show was
taped, but it was after her legal troubles because she made several references to them. Too bad she hasn't learned to dress herself.
Wow. I had a close call with the cops yesterday. As per my usual Holy Saturday celebrating, I hit back quite a bit of Jack Daniels and then I went
out driving around in da court, screaming obscenities at my neighbors. Luckily, most of my neighbors are raging alcoholics so they were out sceaming at me.
Then I saw the police car pull in and I quickly hightailed it back to my trailer.
Phew! How embarrassing would it be to be arrested for an HUI: Hoverounding Under the Influence.