nhpsychobilly131

so i'm working last night, and apparently everyone in the whole damn city decided they needed to call 911 at the same damn time for some reason so we're screaming all over the fucking place and my phone rings. so i answer it and my mom says "your dad was outside bbqing and all of the sudden he looks over and there's fucking bones leaning over trying to see what he is cooking. So somehow after 8 days of being presumed dead, he show's back up. he's wicked skinny and has a wierd cut/puncture on his hip but he's back and seems to be doing ok, just gotta take him to the vet today to get the cut looked at. needless to say my day is a whole lot better now. i do still hate bike enthusiasts, but now i have bones back to assist in throwing the tacs around the side of the street.

P.S. ALSO, IT IS NOT POSSIBLE FOR AN 18 YEAR OLD IN GOOD HEALTH TO DRINK TOO MUCH WATER, IF THIS IS A CONCERN OF YOURS EAT A BULLET, DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!!!!!!