I Had Lice; an annotated autobiography

Actually I didn't have lice. But had the distinct pleasure of calling DJ Smith's ex-wife the day after Christmas and asking her to please treat the Little Lady for head lice because Darling Lucy was eaten up with critters and they had spent the day together on Christmas.

Good times.

In other news, I once wrote a book. (Edited from a former blog post)

i was walking

i had lice. (i think that i had just learned that you should wear a hat if you had lice) i wore a hat because i had lice (aaahhhh, yes... makes sense)

i went to the police and said...

i lost my babby

we tried to catch her... but we can't...

(that cat is p and o'ed, yo - i colored her RED) we went in the birl (barrel)

she got on the other side... we went too... she looked in (can you tell i have tired inking?)

he fell in... she ran up the hill (policeman is red... then GREEN! love it)

we went in the birl (barrel)... we fell in...

we went... boy (punctuation is optional, if you have not noticed yet) give me that

SPOS (splash)... her... she ran...

i told you... she ran up the tree...

she huge (hung) on... polceman got her (the policeman got her)

he dropt (dropped) her... cras... (crash PERIOD. because that does not need emphasis.)

to home we ga (go).... sh sh! (0h look! emphasis!)

yea yea yea (no emphasis... i'm STOIC, YO!)

The end.