Well, it's finally happened. Tilly the shitter, died last evening. Choked on her jello. The jello appears to be somewhat of a mystery since Tilly was only able to eat intraveniously. It appears that someone spooned the jelled desert into that gaping wound of a mouth until finally, she choked to death.
My joy at Tilly's demise was short lived. They wasted no time in bringing in a new room mate for me. I hadn't thought it possible for another human being to be more foul than Tilly, the shitter. I was wrong.
I had pulled the drape closed around my bed to grant myself some privacy. This, harpy, had the nerve to try and open my privacy curtain. All I have seen of her, is her hand. And that was quite enough! She takes residence tomorrow in the am. Needless to say, I am most distressed!
Monday, October 02, 2006
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Even though I'm blind as a bat with droopy tits and can't see shit... Am I SEEING that correctly? This shithole has been ivaded by a six-fingered Negress?
WHAT WILL THEY THINK OF NEXT!
This one must have been very good at the shopping... I would think the "five finger discount" would be a snap for a six fingered one!
Rodney - is that one related to you? I know you all know each other.
All you people look alike.
I am requesting a new room this evening. The fingers are slightly off-putting. But her voice! The woman squeaks when she speaks. She is the Minnie Mouse demon from hell. I will not share a room with her! She annoys me.
Iris, though all I saw of her was the hand and a shadow, I don't think she is a black woman. She does seem to be quite short of stature.
My poor old rosary will never get a proper rest.
If I could find it.
I best warn this new resident with the extra digit, of her roommate. She needs to watch her fruit cup.
Concheeteeteer, this is America, land of the free, home of the brave, and speakers of English. What the hell is moulinyan???
That finger picture...I think that is satan.
...where is my rosary? I think that mutt of Iris', Dobbin, ate it.
Bite my ass Ruby Dean, I say the same thing to your face I say behind your back.
You Harpy Hop-A-Long cribbage cheater.
Concheeteeteer...something stinks.
I smell garlic.
I guess Hershal didn't do such a good job on your underpinnings this week, dear?
Iris, my Hershel did an excellent job on my underpinnings. As usual. Speaking of children, did your Peter Pan visit this weekend? Hmmmmmm?
Concheeteeteer, I'm getting you an American flag. Stuff it in that nasty mouth of yours.
I LOVE BIG GEORGE BUSH!
Well Dorothy dear, I'll trade you my green jello for your fruit cup.
Or you could just leave it out on your dresser and Granny will come by and swipe it in the night.
Here Dubbin Dubbin Dubbin! Here boy!
Where's my fucking dog!
Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me!
I can't seem to remember my password for this internet talk box.
Curses.
Try "someonestolemytennisballs"
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