One just cannot get into rehab when it's needed the most. Its a horrible reality, it is. Horrible. Just horrible.
Since everyone just has to be sitting on the edge of their seats with excitement, deliciously anticipating whatever free and amatuer entertainment it is I provide, I will deliver. I will entertain you. Let me. Entertain you.
Oh! Oh, ha ha! You sucker! I lied! I'm a lying bastard I am! There is no entertainment here! I can almost certainly guarantee with some highly official certificate of authenticity that normally I can provide many incredibly good things (oh yes, dirty things with necrophiliac monkeys), but tonight I provide no entertainment. No, I'm just not in the mood. Stop pestering me. Run along.
Since everyone just has to be sitting on the edge of their seats with excitement, deliciously anticipating whatever free and amatuer entertainment it is I provide, I will deliver. I will entertain you. Let me. Entertain you.
Oh! Oh, ha ha! You sucker! I lied! I'm a lying bastard I am! There is no entertainment here! I can almost certainly guarantee with some highly official certificate of authenticity that normally I can provide many incredibly good things (oh yes, dirty things with necrophiliac monkeys), but tonight I provide no entertainment. No, I'm just not in the mood. Stop pestering me. Run along.
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The thing about your ex's job -- free daycare for extra sprogs, seriously? That's whacked shit there. I have friends who were telling me all about daycare hunting and waiting lists, but maybe they were looking for a certain kind of daycare. All I know is, it wasn't cheap, and it wasn't a 'buy one get one free" deal.
Sheesh.