It's May 28, 2024, 06:36:57 PM
So I'm rushing out of my room looking fo rthe source of the fire, hoping it's not a burning cross.
My instinct was to get the fire exstinguisher, but what if that's potentially dinner that I could salvage?
So I remove a couple racks in the stove, and fine this metal thang that the pan is stuck to. I put my head in the fuckin over, which was at 325 degrees at this point, just so I can unhook it, which burned the shit outta my knuckles.
My mom who fixed the food left. Now I dunno, but I'm noticing a trend here. Yesterday, I ate the food my mom prepared, and bit into a gang of glass, cutting my tongue and gums. Now today, I wake up to a fuckin crematory, which my mom created. I don't wanna think the unthinkable, but maybe she is trying to kill my ass.
nigga you need to write a book. And yes you need to check if your parents recently took out a life insurance policy on your ass. You might want to get somebody else to start your car in the mornin.
Well maybe she forgot about it, but you better interrogate her about the glass in your food.
Quote from: Jrome Tha Visualiza on October 09, 2006, 06:53:25 PMnigga you need to write a book. And yes you need to check if your parents recently took out a life insurance policy on your ass. You might want to get somebody else to start your car in the mornin.I got a policy on me, that's the problem If I know for sure they're trying to kill me, I'ma put the policy in someone elses name so that I get the last laugh. I didn't even think about the car Quote from: Raspass on October 09, 2006, 06:54:44 PMWell maybe she forgot about it, but you better interrogate her about the glass in your food.She denied it. She claimed she forgot about the food too. Very suspicious shit goin on round here. Anyone know a good private investigator?
maybe this is her way of saying it's time for your ass to move out.