I have an overabundance of random, ridiculous thoughts, and if I don't get them out in some form of cohesive manner, I think they'll overflow. As George Carlin said, you gotta have a place for your stuff.
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Sunday, December 28, 2014
Seven Drunken Messages
My mom left me these answering messages over the course of about an hour, when I was 18 and in college. You can hear her getting increasingly drunker and more confused (and belligerent) as the messages proceed. I only hope you all can find some laughter in the crap I've always had to put up with.
It wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been preceded by years of this activity...and followed by another decade of it.
Can you believe this person has the "patience" to work with minors and mentally impaired people? Ha.
If you find it amusing, I highly encourage you to post it on any and every social media site you can, so others can share in this joy...lol.
Seven Drunken Messages (aka Meg's Mom)
Happy Holidays folks!
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