As the chowder of your CHOWDERHEAD stories I feel that my voice should be heard as well. Yes you are my fucking nanny. I personally am beginning to long for fencing to end. Because of my desperate situation in needing child care for weekday events I have had to consume so much liquor in order to pay my faithful sitter. I am the one trying to keep up with FEMALE JIM, drink after drink, I am forced to consume. Until finally I feel that the sitter has been sufficiently paid, and I am finally free to take my sweet LITTLE CHOWDERHEADS home. I crawl home and slink way into bed grateful to have had a sitter. However sad that I will feel so poor in the morning. All so that my friend FEMALEJIM can get wasted and blame me for her sad state the next day at work. My question for my friends, If you have so much time to write a whole blog about me then when the fuck do you have time to get your fucking work done? None of my many jobs allow me much time to sit at the computer and type up elaborated and sometimes false stories about anyone that I know.
As for the night and times that we spent with the neighbor if it had been for your friend CHOWDERHEAD you would not have had the wonderful experience of giving the neighbor his very own Jim bag.
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CHOWDERHEAD it's called multi tasking. That's how we get our work done.
Also, I'm glad to see that you are taking full credit for my love life. This might be a good thing because the next ugly, obnoxious guy I pickup on I will definetly point the finger at you.
BTW...CHOWDERHEAD,
Hopefully you didn't get too wasted last night, although I didn't watch your LITTLE CHOWDERHEADS...because I will need a drink after working 12 hours today.
I had no idea there was a bail bondsman office in your building. What floor is it on? I’ll come visit SOG and make like I got lost as I troll for unsuspecting CONVICTS of my own.
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