dear lady green diary,
have i ever told you guys about lady green? some of you may already know her, but most of you wont. my last post, RETARD MAGNET made me think of her. once upon a time there was a retard named lady green and she was legally married to a man named green machine. they lived in a house with a dirt kitchen floor and a big CB radio and they would broadcast on this CB radio day and night, playing music and saying the same catch phrases over and over like, "whatcha thank," and "ima lick you up and down- what you thank," and the whole town had no choice but to learn to like it. sometimes people would go cut their coax, but on the first of every month, green machine would go out to the truck stop and replace it. nobody knows what happened to them after the house was condemned. i think the railroad bought it. poor lady green... whatha thank.
have i ever told you guys about lady green? some of you may already know her, but most of you wont. my last post, RETARD MAGNET made me think of her. once upon a time there was a retard named lady green and she was legally married to a man named green machine. they lived in a house with a dirt kitchen floor and a big CB radio and they would broadcast on this CB radio day and night, playing music and saying the same catch phrases over and over like, "whatcha thank," and "ima lick you up and down- what you thank," and the whole town had no choice but to learn to like it. sometimes people would go cut their coax, but on the first of every month, green machine would go out to the truck stop and replace it. nobody knows what happened to them after the house was condemned. i think the railroad bought it. poor lady green... whatha thank.