I walked down and stopped for just a moment in front of the Netherworld Rehab Center. I was sort of nervous and debating whether to go in or not. But I was suddenly attacked by the Paparazzi taking my picture and asking me all kinds of questions. They wanted to know if I was a famous celebrity or a popular politician. Some asked me what kind of crime I had committed and was covering up. I was really feeling like someone important when someone yelled out that I was just a silly girl with a lamb's head. They all made a sigh or groan and left. I stood there all alone again and debated if I should go into the Rehab or head on down to Ugly Grace's Bar & Grill.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Heading For Rehab
I walked down and stopped for just a moment in front of the Netherworld Rehab Center. I was sort of nervous and debating whether to go in or not. But I was suddenly attacked by the Paparazzi taking my picture and asking me all kinds of questions. They wanted to know if I was a famous celebrity or a popular politician. Some asked me what kind of crime I had committed and was covering up. I was really feeling like someone important when someone yelled out that I was just a silly girl with a lamb's head. They all made a sigh or groan and left. I stood there all alone again and debated if I should go into the Rehab or head on down to Ugly Grace's Bar & Grill.
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That's probably the same heckler that showed up at the Netherworld Hotel when The Spooky Guy and I were practicing answering questions for our press release on our book. He shouted that the book's authors were just a skinny ghost and a stout medium and both of us had mist for brains. I think his name is Creepy Jim. Or it could have been Arsewipe the Ghoul.
That was me both times, Silly Sheep Head Girl and Stout Medium! I'm Harry Heckler, and I'm an Arsewipe Crew Wannabe!
Fzotzla to both of you! It's the word verification and it's also a very rude thing to say!
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