January 29, 2011

waking up to burnt turkey (my fun saturday night)

dear let us put a turkey in the oven at eight forty at night diary,

sometimes i really think i am retarded, but that's okay too. it'll be good to eat that bitch at midnight. i'm not sure why i don't weigh 600 pounds, but if i get back up to a buck fifty- the world will come to a screeching halt. my sister got the legs and ass and tits- and had i've gotten those- i'd weigh 200 easy- but i got my all my dads features- the long skinny legs- the flat ass- the grapefruit tits- and the middle. thank God for that liposuction. i just like to eat is my problem. but i haven't really gained shit this winter. im makin them green beans now too. fuck them will be good. i like green beans and scrambled eggs. that's what i always get at the cracker barrel. now my ear is itching. my dad doesn't have grapefruit tits, btw, but my aunt kathy does. i prolly shoulda waited to cook that turkey. but fuckit. my oven might not have worked tomorrow. i sure am tired all of a sudden. i better set my alarm.