Every year for two months I am jobless. So like every year before, I applied for food stamps today. I know I will be denied, but hey, all I have is time right now. I did it out of boredom but you never know, this year might be different. They just might give a single white woman without a job who has a kid thirty dollars a month in free groceries. That won’t even buy the milk my kid drinks. Although, it may buy half a crack rock. If I can convince the kid to freebase with his pop tarts and cereal, that might be enough. If I don’t start to make some money soon, I will have to pawn my old man’s football trophies. He would be pissed. I am not sure why, since he stole them from the high school quarterback at a homecoming party last year. He says he deserves them for dressing up as the head cheerleader and dating the halfback all year, just to get invited to the party. He says they only necked twice, but he sure used a lot of lip gloss.
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on September 19th, 2008 at 5:57 pm
do the football players class rings fall out when he does the splits?