"He'll sit there and go, Dipsy... Po... Dipsy... Po. I honestly don't think he knows colors. Just Teletubbies."


Angie's Hizzouse

Hola. Como estas? And that, my friends, is the extent of my Spanish.

We are listening to Bowie on the ghetto radio. Apparently we can play this at Angie's funeral. Or, as I originally typed it, funeralS. Because she is definitely going to have more than one, you know. RateMyTeachers.com (not RapeMyTeachers.com...... Erik...) is highly addictive. Papa Paddy thinks I sound like Bird's Nest on the telephone. I should go help Angie fold papers. Buhbye darling dearests.


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