Thursday, March 04, 2004

My mom called today to wish me a happy birthday and was all like, "Did you get your poop test in the mail yet?" (Except she didn't refer to it as a poop test.) "Have you sent it off yet?"
And I was all "Yes, it came yesterday. But I think I will wait until Friday to send it off."
I don't care if my dad got his teeth cleaned on his birthday, I'm not poopin' in a cup on mine.

So anyway this weird ice cream truck came strolling down our street earlier. It was white and grubby and written on the side in black stenciled lettering was, All MY CHILDREN. And there were bars over the passenger side window. What the FUCK? I wouldn't let my kid go near that van.

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