... cause I need to call Jerry Springer. I swear to god, my life would now fit on his show.
But, the great thing is, none of it bothers me. I'm happy as a clam. I want the best for everyone involved. I hope they work things out. I hope we all end up insanely happy. I'll even go on Jerry and say so!
Je me sens bien dans ma peau!
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Sorry, doll, your life is nowhere near sensational enough. Your mother would have to be hooking up with himself for you to go on the show. Or better yet, your mother who's an obese dwarf AND your father, who's going through a sex change. By the way, Jerry Springer is on 'Dancing with the Stars' and has been doing ballroom dancing very very badly on national TV. It's painful to watch. He looks every one of his 64 years and then some. And he sucks. Because not all older men are bad dancers; some are very very good. But he sucks. Ok, going back to studying for the PhD exams. I think I'd pay someone to shoot me at this point.
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