Moving Sucks
I am a resident of 1304 W. 50th no more!!! After long weekend of bleached out lungs, decomposed rodents, and dust dating back to 1903, we’ve finally moved the mound of crap that is our livelihood to our new home.
Yipee! I’m doing the “New House Dance” as we speak. “Who’s house? Megan’s house! Say what? Who’s house? Trent’s house!” Run DMC should be so proud. Their work has now become fodder for a fairly average writer who seems to believe she is God’s gift to hip hop music and all those who worship a large ass.
Anyway, I had several fun stories for everyone, but I’ve forgotten them all in my sleepless existance. In short, moving sucks, Trent’s mom is the coolest woman alive (even I wouldn’t pick up a decomposed rat for my kid, not that I have a kid, but you know what I mean), and I love the Home Depot!
Click here for more pictures of the move. Or click here for pictures of Trent & I’s trip to the Royals game. Just in case you’re feeling random. I know I am.
Hahaha, zero nachos and one drunk trent! You are so creative!
I dig the blog and pic of the new house Megan. Although, as for that “lucky, lucky girl” post…I’ll never let him live it down. That kind of shit is what makes other women (MJ) get the idea that the rest of us (me) should hand over our (my) balls too. Fag, trent, you’re a fag (and I mean that in a very derogatory and non-PC way).