someday, i am going to become the president of some small, underdeveloped and unheard of country. and we are going to become filthy rich on profits off of our choclatey cheezey-string which we will import to mexico. (yes, import to. we're going to revoloutionize the industry. shake things up a little bit. it's gonna be huge.) and then when everybodys fat and happy and i've skimmed only just a little more than my share off the top i'm going to resign my post to a guy named barry, change my name to bob, and move in with val's beer drinkin billy goat lou. he tells funny stories.
a lil sum'n sum'n from the roomie---->
When i grow up I am going to be a misguided, crack-addicted, teen mother to my billy goat lou, who apparently tells funny jokes, but drinks too much and has real bad gas.
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On top of being a misguided, crack-addicted, teen mother to my billy goat lou, with funny jokes, a drinking problem and real bad gas, I am married to a gentlmen that behind the green curtains is the real wizard of Oz and has a Ho and Pimp service on the side. I did not find this out until one night hanging out with my crack-addicted friend Karen and i decided to call the Ho and Pimp service to get a date for our friend Tanya for a ballroom dance in downtown London.
When i called my "gentlemen" of a husband answered the Pimps and Hos hotline to set everything up. So I ended up renting him out for the night, drugging him and making him jump off of the plank of our pirate ship, which i bought last year, and attached to him was shards of dead tuna. A little treat for the sharkies...
karen. (doesnt like sharks.)
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