Voodoo was performed and chickens were sacrificed.
I think it ricocheted again though, because shortly after the ceremony I think I slipped into a diabetic coma. Hmm, I wonder if I can get Worker’s Comp for voodoo gone wrong?
J hurt his elbow last week, and when he first told me his elbow hurt I told him it was gout. He was all “It’s not gout, Laura, I sprained it is all” and I was all “Yeah, you sprained it with gout” and he just rolled his eyes and shook his head at me like he [...]
I want to take this opportunity to officially add another victim guy to my Imaginary Boyfriend List.
Mr. Blake Shelton, country singer and one of the hosts of “The Voice.” I don’t know what it is, I don’t even care for country music, but I want this man. Yes, [...]
While driving home from work yesterday a poor little squirrel made the decision to cross the street just as my Death Mobile car came barreling down the road. When I saw him, I held my breath hoping he had the good sense to hunker down. But he was a squirrel with poor decision skills, so I heard [...]
