I have (I think) Anal Fissures, and I get ulcers.
I had the most unfucking funny talk with a teacher that
I would like to "not" name the other day.
I used the restroom when I got to work the other day,
and had to rush to get out and be where I was needed,
I work with kids... I am a campus Security Monitor.
Well soon after work had begun this "Teacher" came
over to me and said that I had left blood in the toilet after
flushing....
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ok.
And that he knows we all have our problems but I should
do a double take when finished and then if I see any blood
or guts (his words) I should take a paper towel or a moist towelette
and clean the inside of the toilet up so nobody would ever have
to perchance across one of my horrible bloody disgusting messes
again.
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ok.
The least fun I have had in a conversation this year (so far).
yep.
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The following was written at 8:05pm on Saturday September 20th 2008
Kind of a hard day, not in terms of hanging out with Gabriel.. in all honesty
he was an angel.. no pun intended. I just felt vacant and misplaced... as if not belonging anywhere.
But still kept my smile and spirits up for and because of Gabriel. We now, as I am writing this.. are waiting in the cool September night air on a patch of equally cool and comfortable grass to watch the band Everclear play for free tonight in North Las Vegas. Both of us wearing plastic "kids" firefighters helmets, Gabriel holding a knock off lightsabre he won in an
indurance of strenght match with a mallet (Carney Game). Me holding a blow
up Spidey Mallet he won earlier in the very same game. 4 crisp waters unopened
and ready and one opened in each of our laps. The stage crew is slowly getting things
ready as we listen to an unamed individual pound out an unoticable drum beat, testing
out the drums. Gabriel now tapping on my plastic fire hat demands my attention
so he can proudly tell me about the bridge he crossed and the slide he went down
earlier that afternoon. I put down my pen and listen to my very best friend in this
whole wide world.
Captain PirateFace
p.s. writing...as in "Poetry"...TONIGHT.
P.P.S. You smell like ass.
hee hee.
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Sorry to hear about your rectum...
Rectum?
Damn near killed 'em!
NO _ U SMELL LIKE ASS!!! Hahaha. Now you evening with Gabe sounds like a perfect evening.
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