Well, it's shit ... that's right, shit!
Shit may just be the most functional word in the English language.
Consider:
You can get shit-faced, Be shit-out-of-luck, Or have shit for brains.
With a little effort, you can get your shit
together, find a place for your shit, or be asked to shit or get off the pot.
You can smoke shit, buy shit, sell shit, lose shit,
find shit, forget shit, and tell others to eat shit.
Some people know their shit, while others can't tell
the difference between shit and shineola.
There are lucky shits, dumb shits, and crazy shits.
There is bull shit, horse shit, and chicken shit.
You can throw shit, sling shit, catch shit, shoot the shit,
or duck when the shit hits the fan.
You can give a shit or serve shit on a shingle.
You can find yourself in deep shit or be happier than a pig in shit.
Some days are colder than shit, some days are hotter than shit,
and some days are just plain shitty.
Some music sounds like shit, things can look like shit, and there are
times when you feel like shit.
You can have too much shit, not enough shit, the right shit, the
wrong shit or a lot of weird shit.
You can carry shit, have a mountain of shit, or find
yourself up shit creek without a paddle.
Sometimes everything you touch turns to shit and
other times you fall in a bucket of shit and come out smelling like a rose.
When you stop to consider all the facts, it's the
basic building block of the English language.
And remember, once you know your shit, you don't
need to know anything else!!
You could pass this along, if you give a shit; or
not do so if you don't give a shit!
Well, Shit, it's time for me to go. Just wanted you to know that I do
give a shit and hope you had a nice day, without a bunch of shit. But,
if you happened to catch a load of shit from some shit-head . . .
Well, Shit Happens!!!
My 3 Daughters where snatched by the state of Utah for monitary gain. I was given a defective/drug addict attorney and the state was allowed to lie under oath in order to terminate my parental rights. Their case worker even had the nerve to say my daughters were adoptable because they werer little white girls, What a crock!
My Life
I am the mommy of Michelle, Ashleigh and Samanthia. The state of utah snatched them from me in July of 2001. The Last time I was allowed to see them was January 8, 2002. Not a day goes by that they are not in my thoughts. They were sold out of foster care here for financial insentive. I miss you three so much and can't wait til the day you can come find me.
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