Sunday, March 07, 2004
an early call
The phone rings. As soon as the recognizable voice on the other end of the line says "Hello" I feel the anger begin to build.
That fucking wicked evil bitch! That god damned mother fucking ass licking cunt bitch whore! What the fuck has Ms. von Munchausen done when left alone with The Boy in the darkness of her heart and night?
The voice on the phone tells me The Boy is in the hospital, taken by amublance at 4:00 in the morning. He went into respiratory distress. Hmm, funny he was fine the night before.
I swear, before this day is over, I'm gonna punch somebody right in the god-damned mouth.
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That fucking wicked evil bitch! That god damned mother fucking ass licking cunt bitch whore! What the fuck has Ms. von Munchausen done when left alone with The Boy in the darkness of her heart and night?
The voice on the phone tells me The Boy is in the hospital, taken by amublance at 4:00 in the morning. He went into respiratory distress. Hmm, funny he was fine the night before.
I swear, before this day is over, I'm gonna punch somebody right in the god-damned mouth.
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