I'm taking a shit.
Last night I worked a floorset and got out at like quarter to 2, but at 2 it was 3 because of daylight savings time. thank god. I got home and facebook chatted until the drunken bootycalls started to holler. I called my craziest lesbo bitch to see what she was doing and she came over and helped me pack for chicago. with two rolls of pennies and half a pack of smokes, we decided chicago was out of the question and settled on playing dress up.
In our twisted teenland i dressed up as a woman trying to look like a man.
We decided "we're from st. clair michigan, a little north of detroit. we just moved to cincinnati and are looking for a church open to our bigggg butchhhh LESBIAN lifestyle."
We're on the road by 6:00am and decide to kill some time by buying a disposable camera and photoshooting our ghetto gay asses until church people woke to worship.
By 7, we pussied out, fed the stray cats at speedway and stumbled back home to greet my mother having her morning coffee. Explaining why i was in boyish drag, she coined the moral of this story.
"Don't make fun of religion." (because it's exhausting.)
The End.
