So I must confess that I am happy the election is over. I am quite tired of every person I run into blubbering on about who they are voting for of these people have problems remembering to wipe but they will argue domestic policy till they stop breathing. It fascinates me how someone can argue about something so vehemently and yet they pulled up their mutandes without a single wipe. Saving trees? We know, we can smell you from our driveway.
Its a weird place....Florida. If we could just harness hurricanes and send them where we need a good cleansing wind I would have sent it to Haynie Lane in Jupiter Farms. Me and Steve decided to help Jessica's dad move a divorced women out of a big house he had purchased in Jupiter Farms. I thought it would be a few chairs and a couch. I enlisted Steve because the mighty soup can Pat has conveniently broken his right thumb. He was voting early. So we walk in this house and the scent alone was enough to kill cancer. There was an indescribable stink in this house. I lift the first couch with Steve and its wet. Couches do not perspire. We lifted it up and there is a cats tail under it. We have no idea where the cat went but he forgot it. Whatever we moved left a stain on our clothing and scar on our brain. My brother made the comment" How could you get out of that shower clean?" He referred to a bath tub that was black with stains. We kept daring each other to eat things from the fridge. I am pretty sure that a fridge should not smell like dirty clothes. So eating from it was not an option. The dog was so filthy he couldn't bark. He just groaned. I dunno. But i know that my dad went by there and he wants the statute of mary that was in the front yard. I wonder if it smells? Its not going in my car.