As usual, dad's began his "moneytalk" again, and this time he got a little smarter but still,getting a job at Coles, one of the largest (if not the largest) retail stores in Oz, is a pipe dream.....*sigh* If there truly was Santa, I'd wish for supportive parents instead of having one that whines and prefers to stick to her own words and not swallow the truth while the other rambles on about how useless everyone is without him...
Ah well,life's life.Dad's strapped weights on my ankles.NOT HAPPY.Researching the pros and cons,hopefully find something that suits my taste (namely, tendon snaps and increased thigh width). Will post to my door.Also, must print room privacy as well.Mum and dad know how to open but not close the door.
P.S mum,don't throw a fit whenever I ask and you reply with something snappy.After all, you did ask me something rather retarded...You're like 54 years old and a piece of cutlery called "fork" is what I used.I wonder how'd you manage to ask the question "Is that a spoon or a fork?".
Like you said,look before you talk.Unfortunately, you're gonna have to swallow your own words up one by one.They're beginning to get you...
Georgie
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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Posted by ~~George~~ at 7:41 PM
Labels: Georgie's HQ, Not George
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