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Summer Bums, make me feel fine….

July 30, 2009

So what the fuck is up with these Summer Bums?
I’ve been seeing more and more “homeless” people begging for money, but they don’t even look fucking homeless!

Sigh….I’m back

July 5, 2009

I don’t wanna hear it.
I’m back to blogging.
Yay.

Yo’ Mamma’s Day

May 11, 2008

It sucks having a dead mom on Mother’s Day.
Not because you’re mom is dead, but because people wont stop bugging the fuck out of you…..

Another day, another tax payer dollar….

May 1, 2008

So Myrtle has had a really shitty day.
The Myrt Mobile took a major shit, and it put Myrtle in a majorly shitty mood.
And I’m dead tired.
And I’m super horny.
So when I get like this, I like to treat myself to something good….

Dueling Myrtles

April 28, 2008

If you’re around the same age as Myrtle, you had to go to “Computer Lab” throughout your elementary school years (unlike old fuck Steve, who was in elementary school when they were still rocking the mimeograph).
And during Computer Lab, you would get excited when it was “Oregon Trail” day.
For all of you old timers (Steve), [...]

Myrtle’s pussy is an asshole…..

April 24, 2008

ARGH!
Fat Goo has been a fat asshole lately.

Fucking Sambos…..

April 24, 2008

……why did you have to go away?
Myrtle loves Sambos.
Unfortunately, Myrtle is too young to actually remember going to a Sambos, although my mother insisted that we would go when I was a baby.

A Bug Story…..

April 17, 2008

As soon as Matt came home from work, I marched into the main house with my hand on my hip and said -
“We need a bug zapper!”
“Guh?” said Matt as he sat on the filthy flowered couch with one of his shaved bitches.

At least she wont say no….

April 12, 2008

For some reason, this memory came flooding back to me tonight, so I thought I would blog it.

Myrtle expresses herself through Art Therapy

April 3, 2008

Myrtle has been stressed lately.
My weight-loss has me stressed.
My love-life (or lack of it) has me stressed.
My fear of being alone for the rest of my life has me stressed.
My car has me stressed.
The fact that Bo is going to die from pancreatic cancer on “Days of our Lives” has me stressed.
And, of course, [...]