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Adopt A Stray

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Adopt A Stray
09.16.04 3:48 p.m.

Eviction notice on the door
Chicken wings in the bathroom sink
Maybe I should find new roommates, I think

There�s enough empties to recycle at 5 cents a piece
that we could buy an 18 pack and drink for free.

I don�t know whose all this stuff is or why it�s even here
I don�t know who that guy is, my memory�s not too clear.

He�s sleeping on the pee couch that smells sick
But it�s all good cuz we fucking love Dick.

There are holes in the walls from practicing bartending flare
but we�ve already been served our papers so we don�t really care.

What do we do, where do we go
The answer to that question is �we don�t� fucken know�

Does anyone need some roommates, I swear we�re super clean
And only some of us smoke cigarettes (but we all smoke green)
I promise we�ll do our dishes and possibly some mopping
and you know we�ll definitely do the grocery shopping

Except for Dick we�re all housebroken
Except for Joey we�ve cut back on smoking.

Who�ll take us home with them, we�re sick of being strays.
But please forget the warning �Feed it once and it stays.�


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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