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After a visit from the black clown association, I makes some calls in attempt to find a car that a legless lady can drive. I am not legless but you know what I mean. They ain't workin yet.
Who choose dis ugly gorgon purse-lipped balding greasy pock marked troll to be da new Bizzond? He look like a Sting wax model that been left out in the sun. I heard Lindsay Lohan be tryin to be up in dis movie. Dat would be very good. Miss ho sacks need a comeback.
Fantasia diss her hometown peeps by sayin she lefted school and couldnt read, yet there's a sign in that dump town that say "Home of Fantasia." Truth hurt and them people need to recognize she became a star IN SPITE of her schoolin. Go girl! Who you think could win in a scrap- Jennifer Hudson or Fantasia? Also, check out the town's attempt to convince people they town is just peachy. It's called "Fantasia Lies."
The lawyer for that lady done sent me a photo of the car that hit me. It look like the car got hurt pretty bad when I flipped over the top of it and landed on my backside. The photo wuz accompanibied by a letter sayin all dis stuff about me owin her money for "involuntary personal possession endangerment" and "complete destruction of vehicular property." I mess her car UP GIRRRRLLL!!!Y'all I be bored up in this dump so I gots to do some reportin.
Ohhhh ya'll! Today I woke up and my arms feel all numb like when you sleep on them wrong. They felt like ants be walkin up all over me. That happened to me once at a picnic. I ate a pie and fell asleeps on the grass with some pie still on my face. And my dress. And my legs. I woke up and ants be up all over my bodies. I had to remove my clothing and jump into a public fountain.Y'all, here is da long awaited podcast from last week. It got all messed up so I had to get Peter to fix it for me. Listen if you want to finally meet Peter and here what my crazy life coach gots to say.
Ya'll, I am so sorry for not postin much today. I have been a complete mess! They gots to feed me with a tube into my stomach and the worse part is that I cant taste a thing. The doctors be tellin me I cant eat real food cuz my body aint right, so I had my Aunt Miquinte' sneak me in some KFC. Grrrl, I gobbled dat up so fast I be seein the bottom of the bucket in like 10 seconds! I didnt realize it wuz all goins into my lungs. All these alarms be goin off and my eyes be rollin back in my head. Last thing I remember before goin into cardiac arrest was seein my Auntie jumpin out da window, like she werent involved! And we be on the third floor! I hope she all right.
Thank you for da notes and emails. It reminds me that the goodness in the world outpowers the bad. Like snow fallin on a burnin car. And speakin of bad, I am posting Troy's email for you to write nasty things to him. If you feel more comfortable you can post them as comments here. That be ok. I understand cuz if I were done asked to email someone I did not know, I would feel weird cuz what if they be crazy. And as evidenceded by the phone message I played for you on my previous podcast-- HE CRAZY! So, go ahead and send your hate mail to my comment box ladies and menses, and I will forward it anonomassly.Sadness has kreped up over me like a dead vine stranglin a body at the cememetarys. I hav deep depressions and sadness. Why? Of course it has to do with my current state of unmovability. But also, I have some very sad news: Troy broke up with me. And here is the voice mail. I have an emotional intro but please listen to it. I have expressions to share. If you was all crippled like me I would listen to you. Okaaaay!!??
Girrrrl, you will not believe this. You will NOT believe this! Today I'z drivin down a road called Rosalind which cuts right through the downtown. They be like a red light for every 10 second of drivin, and I was da first in line at the light. As I was approachin, dis young black girl in a mini skirt come ridin on her bike cross the street. See thats the first problem! When I was growins up, mama would have slapped my head off if I cross the road without holdin her hand, but especially if I road my bike cross. Everyone be knowin you gots to walk the bike. I want to give a shout out to my grrrl Sonia. She wrote me the sweetest comments! And let me say right now if you write to me I will give yo' butt a shout out as well! I love the attention! I loooove it!!!
(Dis podcast is also available on Itunes so go there and subscribe) Mean nasty life coach turns my life from dumps to pumps!

Ya'll yesterday it was hot! What happen to cool summer breezes? I be all up in my crib pantin. My mama was downstairs yellin at the dog, but I think she be hearin me. I feel bad though, cuz Julius, our lasa absa got kicked up for no reason. Have you ever hear a small dog catch a pimp slap cross the face, with a foot? Its all good though cuz we make mama wear bunny slippers to pad the blow. You never know when she gonna snap and dat dog is gonna be in the way.