Pokey Time Again

I've been away. Right after the Cletus Clydeburn Ridge McStuddmuffin troubles the local cop shop arrested me for false charges of having stole a car. I don't know what they mean. I parked that rental car and left the key under the floorboards then calledup the rental car place to come over here and gets it. Turns out that's illegal too. They told me only Mary Lynn was supposed to be driving it according to the rental agreement so I got hit with conversion of rental property too..

That bitch social worker of mine, Meagan, refused to bail me out this time. Normally she pleads leniencey for me because she says I'm crazy. This time she told the cops to do their worst because I was turning into a ha-habitjewel offenter.

Jail sucks. Jail food sucks a little less, it's just the repeating of the meals that sucks. Many times the meals is a big slab of baloney white bread and some mushy fruit. I don't eat the fruit because as you know fruits and veggies are scary, they grow in the dirt, the same dirt animals shit in.

but now I'm back, large and in charge, and I'm about to follow footsteps of my thinspeiration L Anne Carrington. Yes folks, I'm signing up for Nanonanowrittermo. and I'm gonna write some hot UFC fiction about a hot relationship between Brock Lesnar and Tito Ortiz complete with love scenes. It's gonna be so good! I hope to get it published like L Anne got her novel published, with one of those you pay they publish online outfits.

I better go, my stomach is rumbling and I'm drooling at the thought of real food for a change. Gonna have some sausage and eggs.  Mmmmm... sausage!  Damn I miss Cletus Clyburn Ridge McStuddmuffins sometimes..