curbdrop out of grace

cammie, this is the sound of me pooping

so i was on the phone with the camster while pooping just now.

rewind.

i got home after a long day at work and after going to the gas station where i filled up 4 gallons at $2.79(99) a gallon. it sucked monkey testicles (not the good kind). and what's funny is the corner station closest to my house was selling their cheap gas at $2.99(99) a gallon. god bless america and to all a goodnite.

and so i sat in my massage chair to relax for a moment. and previous to that at work, i had recieved a fantastic email from cammie asking where the fuck i had been as i had not posted in a long time.

i was upnorth biatch.

and i did think of calling her but then thought, no, i'd rather stare at the wall. i love wall. i love lamp.

and then i'm sitting there chillaxing when the phone rings. and who is it? none other than my mistress. so i'm like "what up ho" and she's like "fuck the horse and ride the cowboy" and i'm like "the purple stuff... oh sunny d" and she's like "i have a hard on for tracey gold."

and then i took a shit while talking to her on the phone because that's what my massage chair aka diahera (sp?) chair does to me.

so i'm back, but not for long because i will soon be moving to chicago, boo who.

will you miss me or rejoyce? one less chink in oakland county.

posted by fillshe @ 7:40 PM