First the high!
Billy Kidder and me done met up and I'm his official biographer and publicity agent! Billy caint pay me righyt now but did mention that it would pay off in the long run to boot. Tried to ask him what that meant but he started feeling poorly
Didn't matter, I knew what I had to do and started to proceed visiting UFC training places to get Billy some fights and publicity. Made up flyers on my new coputer and posted them everywere in our town, One big word of advice doing this publicity thing, never lean over the industrial printer in Kinkos while wearing a low cut top. Your boob will flop out and get caught up in the printing, feels just like gettinmg your titt caught in the mangle of an old fashioned washing machine. Don't ask me hows I knows.
The bad stuff happened yesterday as I was coming back from my last run taping up flyers advertising Billy's first three fights. I was tired but had planned on spending Friday night making him a Bebo profile and one of them MySpace pages for his fans. But as I drew near to the communitial room Mavis, the old lady from Memphis that claims Elvis Presley appears to her during the full moon, grabbed me, steering my Hoverround over to the door. She kept crowing about it being Miss Thursdays birthday party and that I could noit MISS it because someone brought one of those fudgy ice cream cakes.
Mavis would not take no for an answer and worked trhe handles of my Hoverround till I was inside.
Didn't want to attend because Miss Thursday and I have had tensions. Miss Thursday once flirted with Ridge McStudmuffins right in front of me. DIdn't like her none before that either. That tiny skeleton whore heifer with her silver hair almost shamefully shaved off like a lesbo just thinks she's all that and a pound of fudge. She's on eof the biggest gossipping biddies in the place and walks around iwth her nose in the air like she's smelling shit. THinks she's better than everyone else because some of her other six sisters are here. Her momma named all six of them after different days of the week, trying to be all clever like.
Thursday was sitting in the catbird seat on high, looking down her ugly pug nose at us like she was Queen Turd on the heap. When I wheeled in she started giggling beffore whispering to the rest of the old biddies. I couldn't catch every word but it so9unded like they were making fun of me for my working for Billy The Kidder.
I ignored them and started to eyeball that buffay~ But... it was all health food! Some sort of vomit looking stuff to put on the tortilla chips, *shudder* a fresh vegetable tray and fruit cut up to look like flowers on sticks. I wished Thursday a happy birthday and beat a path out of there! So glad I still had some baloney and Cheez Whiz left. Who can possibly like that rabbit food? Not me. If I have to be around Mavis and Miss Thursday there has to be decent food around to make it tolerable.
