Let me tell you something, Mein Poppets. I would give up my precious, priceless poochie — Miss Pearlie Mae — just as soon as I’d give up one of my fucking children. In other words, THAT AIN’T HAPPENING. I would do whatever it took to maintain my family. WHATEVER IT TOOK. Believe me when I tell you that I would PROSTITUTE MYSELF WITHOUT EVEN GIVING IT A SECOND GODDAMNED THOUGHT, if that’s what I had to do. I’d suck a slumlord’s dick with a HUGE, BEAMING, IRIDESCENT, SELF-SATISFIED, DAVY JONES SPARKLY-EYED SMILE ON MY FACE if it meant we could all be together.
THINK I WOULDN’T?
Gosh, you know, now that I really and truly think about that statement, it actually means NOTHING AT ALL…since, trust me, I have FUCKED FOR FAAAAAAAAAAAR LESS than the very CONTINUED EXISTENCE of my beloved little family. Knitter PLEASE. I have shamelessly fucked in the back of a Chevy pick-up under the stars in exchange for “Ghostbusters”, pepperoni pizza, and Miller Beer at The Woodward Park Drive-In in Fresno, California.
THINK I DIDN’T?
And, I’d DO IT AGAIN, TOO.