I’m Paid Up You Buncha Blood Suckers!


You can see my blog again….Lucky you!

No help from the WordPress Nazi’s that suck cash out of you like grimy leeches for CSS crap that never works right and takes a Masters degree in Computer Science to understand, unfortunately I only have an associates…

So, now that y’all are back where you belong, worshipping at my feet and doing whatever it is that peasents do, you can go back and make sure that you haven’t missed anything important over my last few posts.

You know you want to you buncha needy perverts….

But, I understand your plights….

I would worship me against my own will, too.

Now, a quick poem:

Ode to Diabetes and my Pancreas in a Dr. Suess tilt                        :Image

I cannot eat sugar
I cannot eat rice
I cannot drink soda
Or chew something nice
I cannot eat tater chips
nor apple pie
If I eat some ice cream
I will freaking die
I don’t want insulin
shot in my gut
I do not want a pump
hung by my butt
I don’t want an I.D bracelet
that says I’m weak willed
But I do want a twinkie
that is overly cream filled
I want to eat all the glorious foods that I like
I want to be free of the Atkins expensive diet
Maybe insulin shock and coma 
won’t be so bad
When I succumb to the carbs from the
pizza I just had.

I have no will power

Simply a fact

I adore my powdered donuts like some heads love crack                      .Image

18 thoughts on “I’m Paid Up You Buncha Blood Suckers!”

  1. When my children were little, after Halloween i would go through their bag of treats and steal all their chocolate candy bars and when they asked me what happened to them I would say a ghost must have done it.

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