and he was little and tiny like a doll and he was sleeping on a pillow but I decided to put him in an MRI machine to sleep. For some reason, he tried to kill himself in it and then the doctors all rushed in and I had to go to work at my new job but I kept forgetting what time I was supposed to get there but then I found my schedule and it was for 7:45A and I went to work and it was a mixture of a hospital and a retail store... so you could get better and then buy some new shit to take home with you.
Did you happen to read an article or see a news program about the Doctor offices they are putting in some Walmarts right now? You go in get checked out and then buy shit.
No, but that's funny. Only at Walmart can you get your oil changed, your hair cut, your taxes done, your eyes checked, your prescriptions filled, buy razor blades and a frozen pizza.
That's what I dig about it. But I still feel like a sellout whore when I go. But as a sellout whore, I have come to terms with it.
Nah, he is to loud. I was making reference to that movie about the Australian lady whos baby went missing, and the guy said, "eh? A dingo ate your baby?"
goddamnit, will you cockholes STOP associating me with children? I am sure this is being read STILL Ugh... Fuck it..
Well there's no way I'm asking you to babysit for me again, that's for sure. You diaper-sniffing freak.
Aww, come on. It's laughable to think that you are some kind of a kid toucher. Nobody in their right mind would think that could be true. Now if they had come and asked if you operated a moon-shine still or you had been driving around town in an old Camaro, firing a handgun indiscriminately into the night then that wouldn't be too far from what might actually happen in real life, and then it wouldn't be funny. You can still babysit for me. I was just kidding. Just make sure somebody else is in the room if you have to change a diaper.
