Sunday, April 17, 2011

I Really, Really, Hate Drama

Came home to a barge load of it too.Drunk bitches, pregnant bitches, (it weren't me!) One drunk bitch crawled up in bed with me,blubbering about some fucking shit that I could't decipher oh, fuck no, then the pregnant one did, oh, fuck no too.
(Clothes, coat and boots on here, ya fucking perverts. )
The guy taking care of the place was all apologizing about the state of the union here, some other fucking guy showed up, knew my name, was all friendly and I had no fucking clue who he was, so I sent him to get some fucking beer while I tried to clear the joint out.
The fucking cat was all over me like a coat of paint while I was dealing with this shit, just fer fun.

After blowing a head gasket and throwing a bunch of fucking people out of the Weasel Den, I laid the fuck down and took a nap, it was a long day.

All is quiet on the Western Front currently.Just me and the fucking cat.

She is, however, being a pain in the ass while I am trying to type and could be on the short list here soon.


Now I get to wake up and go for a nice drive tomorrow, again.

Ya know, my sweetie likes to watch those fucking soap opera's on TV, I live in one some times.
I really, hate drama.

Can you say White trash trailer park?

I can.

Fuck me runnin'.




9 comments:

  1. Tough day!

    Sheesh.

    Word's getting around about you, Busted.

    The question is: What word?

    Love ya,

    S

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  2. Dude, how the fucke did all those people end up in the Weasel Den without you???

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  3. Anonymous9:28 AM

    You hate drama? Seems you always have it going yourself. Every post you bitch about something. Can't you ever write something nice? Damn, I'm picking up your habits. White Trash? Hmm.

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  4. Anonymous10:05 AM

    drunken women,and your trying to get rid of them??? You need to turn in your man card,hang your head in shame,and wear a dress from now on...
    Dean in AZ
    PS. post a pic of nasty too!!!

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  5. Geez Busted, I don't know whether to laugh, cry or rut.

    *G*

    Good tho.

    *G*

    "Well a ride on a mail train,
    'Can't buy me no thrill.
    I been, up all night.
    Sleeping on my window sill.
    Welllll if I die, up on top of the hilllllllll.
    If I dont make it, I know my baby will."

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  6. Damn right he's trying to get rid of them. I'm the only drunken woman he needs.

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  8. How come ya got yer boots on in bed?

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  9. just read this post and comments again and I STILL don't understand any of it other n HG hearts BK n verse visa.

    WHo are the other players?

    Can we get some character development here? Names?

    Is the cat the same as drunken pussy's? Like an analogy or somethin?

    The damned plot outline needs a phookin scorecard.

    Be a good sit/com or reality show I guess . . .

    *G*

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