sister #4 is going in for a colonoscopy on tuesday. sadly, i will not be able to take part in the grand event because i will be in canada. and that odor you smell, tha’ts the pungent scent of sarcasm. i’m about ready to shove my foot up her ass. she’s talked non-stop for the past FOUR hours about the motherfucking colonoscopy. she’s asked me at least 9 times why pop is considered a clear liquid, why she can’t eat red jello (the only jello she likes), if anyone in our family has polyps, and if pudding is considered dairy. because with my extensive medical education, i know all about ass procedures. well, except the pudding question, that i one i knew. but seriously. i don’t care that the parking is going to be validated, i don’t care that i have ruined all her plans by BEING OUT OF THE COUNTRY.
just so you know, tha gaseous ball you thought the world revolved around is not, in fact, the sun, it’s sister #4.