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This is important for everyone to read, now.
Before I forget, someone tried to pick my pocket yesterday. I was buying a soda so I could stay awake and I felt something go in my pocket and I looked and it was attached to an arm. I spun around and punched whatever it was as hard as I could and then kicked them in the jimmy. Boy, did I feel like a jerk that it was a thirteen year old. No, not really. Stealing is bad. I realize that there are conditions that lead people to steal and that we should fix those, in the mean time it�s mean time and I�ll kick your ass if you try and rob me, motherfucker.
There were cops there and came over because they saw everything. I thought I was in trouble, I�m glad I wasn�t. I�d have been PISSED. That would be my luck.
And kid, if you�re gonna pick pocket, go for the pocket with stuff in it.
In other news�
I was flipping the channels and noticed something�they were trying to sell my Great Grandmother on Antique Road Show. Bitches. Get your own Great Grandma.
This Easter was the first Roman Catholic Mass I had been to in forever. In the service I noticed that a lot of things rhymed in their liturgy and I think that it should have been rapped instead of just spoken it. It would have been awesome, open up a can of Beastie Boys in church.
The priest talked about women having a high threshold for pain considering they give birth and I looked at the women in my family and thought, �we have a high tolerance of nagging� and as I�m thinking this my God Mother turns around and looks at me as if to tell me to stop.
