watchdog

my dementedly odd friends fascinate me. their "specialness" keeps me tickin which is good considering i need external stimuli in order to function properly as a mortal.

take this lovely back and forth between gangster mom and me:

gm: hey go to megan's law dot com.

me: no

gm: just do it jerk.

me: no. i don't want to perv watch!!!

gm: fine i'll do it for you. (proceeds to knock my work chair to the side and wiggle up to my computer. type, type, type.)

me: jerk.

gm: (gasp) you don't have any pervs in your neighborhood!

me: it's because there are no schools in my neighborhood. ha ha!

gm: you're evil.

me: (triumphant laugh)

gm: i'll try another address close to yours. doh! look at him! he's a perv!


she then proceeded to pull up each offenders' swarmy gross picture and profile. this is something she does when she is bored. this is something that randomly pops into her head when others are thinking of peaceful chirping birds and rainbows. this is normal, standard gangster mom behavior...disturbing she most certainly is. i love my friends.