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Morning...
soo I'm sitting at my 'puter working away.. when my phone rings and it's my son's dad who already has such a thick accent that I can barely understand him when he's coherent, in a high whisper saying.. i can't breath call 911. Why couldn't his woman do that?? hmmm because even after living here for 3 years, she thinks she still in Jamaica.
do I know what his address is?? (he lives across from the Hard Rock) so i'm calling 9-11 while trying to remember his apartment complex.
they got him to emergency.. seems he was trying to unclog his bath tub with draino and poured a whole can down it. When that didn't work, he called maintenance and they poured a 2nd chemical down it. Did he open a window?? No.. did he open a door??? no..
so we spent 6 hours in the emergency room because of course since he's 63, has diabetes and hypertension they wanted to observe him. did i mention he has a golden insurance policy?? While he was sitting there.. I drove over to his place and aired it out, ripped the office a new ass and scoped out the places surrounding the Hard Rock.
today.. will be yesterday X 2...
so here is wishing everyone a Toxin-free day.. filled with the Big Buck$
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