so i just drunk e-mailed the sports guy, which i know we've all done, and in fact, the last time i did it, he wrote me back, which made my friend joe really mad because apparently he's e-mailed him a few times and did not get a response. so here's hoping.
in the e-mail i was discussing charles' and my plan to breed a pro athlete, which is somewhat controversial, i know, especially because i'm the woman and i'm supposed to be more nurturing or some shit... just make me some money, dammit! if i'm going to go through the process of having yo ass, i would just really love it if you would make me some money! i guess i feel that way because my wonderful mother went through said process and i'm not really doing much of anything. monetarily, anyhow.
so, back to the drunk sports guy e-mailing... i'm proud of myself because as much as i wanted to disclose the name of said future pro-athlete, which most of my readers already know, i did not. and would you like to know why? because some motherfucker is going to procreate before me and steal it. and why do i think someone would steal my idea? because someone just stole my last moneymaking endeavour.
remember the breathalyzer phone, people? remember how boomer told me it would never work? yeah, well some bastard went ahead and made it, and now THEY ARE MAKING MY MONEY. never again.
i will find a link to the invention that was, and should have remained, mine. and i will post it.
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