Jun
5th
Mon
5th
breakaway.
This week, your local medical professional will tattoo little dots on my grandfather’s cancerous naughty bits.
Why?
So that during Chemo time fun time, they can find his cancerous naughty bits.
LITTLE DOTS.
WHISKY TANGO FOXTROT.
THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE.
Every time my mother gives me an update on these items I start a fight.
Why?
Because I tirelessly contend that these people who are IN CHARGE OF MY GRANDPARENTS HEALTH did not even go to medical school.
Mom doesn’t like that.
In other news, my cream cheese was frozen this morning.
Which do you think I’m more pissed about?
jay
gotta get away
living the same old shit
each and every damn day.