
The Story of the Crying Indian, Al Green and My Mother's Dirty, Horrible Secret
I'll make it short for you. My mother's big nasty secret is
In addition, she uses a lot of disposable items and demands everything right down to a box of damn tissues be double bagged at the grocery store.
May I add that she keeps *ALONG WITH* central air- 5 fans, 5 FANS running in her bedroom at all times! I am constantly running around her house turning off the myriad fans in every other room to boot.

I am no activist but have been known to travel with a tote bag in my purse if I'm going to the store. I reuse everything I can. I just try not to flagrantly be abusive of resources.

Well last week I got so mad at her b/c she was trying to throw all of these plastic bags out or something and I wanted to warn her that
Al Gore and Leonardo DiCaprio are one day gonna show up here and kill you!
Instead I accidentally said
"Maaa! If you don't stop, Al Green is gonna get you!"

and that was that.
So this is a running joke around here every day when the earth is being personally raped by my mother.
Al Green's coming, mama.
Warn your fucking kids

Such a fitting name for a record Vs. my strife.
P.S.
Here are my favorite Polaroids of Heath Ledger to celebrate the opening of the Bat
















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