It's Not As Funny As You Seem To Think It Is
Easter was spent back in good ole Bessemer. Though I was hoping it was going to be a stress-free weekend, it sure wasn't. Dusty and I drove back on thursday night to find out that my grandmother was in the hospital. I had to hop back in my car and drive into the night to go and see her. She was only in for one night and may have had a stroke, but it was such a small one, there is no for sure way to tell.
Friday night we went out to dinner with Katie and Tom at the Bell. Their chicken lasagna pizza is to die for. In fact, I ate the entire 8" pizza! Ahhh...I've been paying for it now, that's for sure. Then we played some intense Texas Hold'em. I really suck at poker, that's for sure.
Saturday was spent driving to see my grandmother yet again and spending the day with her. That was pretty nice. I also got my oral history interview done. When I got back, I found out that Dusty's grandmother had fallen and broke her hip. She was scheduled for surgery the next day. The ambulance came to pick her up at the same time as Tim and Jen got to Dusty's house. Some more intense poker ensued until JJ and Kayla showed up. Then JJ got filled the role of the ESPN commentator for our game.
We all headed off to Hurley to pre-celebrate JJ's 26th birthday. Of course one of the first people I see is the girl I used to get in fights with in high school. One of her things was to make fun of my last name. Apparantley, the last name "Cox" is fricking hilarious. What I think is hilarious is the fact that it's been five years since we've graduated and she STILL thinks it's funny to ask me what my last name is or yell it really loudly. Yeah bitch, you look really fucking cool. Here she is, a drunk overweight loud annoying girl laughing insanely about my more than popular last name. I mean seriously, grow up.
The last name "Cox" is (or at least was the last time I checked) in the list of Top 10 most popular names in the U.S. and England. It's a common household name. I would like to know what makes it so funny to some people. No, I don't spell it C-O-C-K-S, nor is it spelled P-E-N-I-S. Just what the fuck is so funny about it? Someone please, fill me in here.
But then again, this is the same girl whose boyfriend always thought I was hot. He'd flirt with me all the time in front of her, I'm sure that's why she hated me so much. It's just not her who makes fun of my name, though. It's alot of people. It's even the people that I talk to on the phone..."how do you spell your name?" YOU FUCKING SHITHEADS. I DON'T SPELL IT THE WAY YOU THINK, YOU PERVERTED ASS-MONKEY. NOW GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER BEFORE I SHOVE IT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU WILL BE LICKING SNOT THE REST OF YOUR PATHETIC LIFE.
Now that I got that off my chest, I can move on.
Sunday I had dinner at Dusty's house and we went to visit his grandmother several times. We had to head back to Marquette later last night and got back pretty late. Today I got a crapload of bloodwork done so I've been feeling a bit faint all day. We also looked at some more houses today and I think I'm going to throw another bid in tomorrow. I want to sleep on it though.
Just remember, if you are going to make fun of my last name, I may have to wrap your upper lip around your ears and make you into a sock monkey. Keep that in mind the next time I see you. Bastards.
Friday night we went out to dinner with Katie and Tom at the Bell. Their chicken lasagna pizza is to die for. In fact, I ate the entire 8" pizza! Ahhh...I've been paying for it now, that's for sure. Then we played some intense Texas Hold'em. I really suck at poker, that's for sure.
Saturday was spent driving to see my grandmother yet again and spending the day with her. That was pretty nice. I also got my oral history interview done. When I got back, I found out that Dusty's grandmother had fallen and broke her hip. She was scheduled for surgery the next day. The ambulance came to pick her up at the same time as Tim and Jen got to Dusty's house. Some more intense poker ensued until JJ and Kayla showed up. Then JJ got filled the role of the ESPN commentator for our game.
We all headed off to Hurley to pre-celebrate JJ's 26th birthday. Of course one of the first people I see is the girl I used to get in fights with in high school. One of her things was to make fun of my last name. Apparantley, the last name "Cox" is fricking hilarious. What I think is hilarious is the fact that it's been five years since we've graduated and she STILL thinks it's funny to ask me what my last name is or yell it really loudly. Yeah bitch, you look really fucking cool. Here she is, a drunk overweight loud annoying girl laughing insanely about my more than popular last name. I mean seriously, grow up.
The last name "Cox" is (or at least was the last time I checked) in the list of Top 10 most popular names in the U.S. and England. It's a common household name. I would like to know what makes it so funny to some people. No, I don't spell it C-O-C-K-S, nor is it spelled P-E-N-I-S. Just what the fuck is so funny about it? Someone please, fill me in here.
But then again, this is the same girl whose boyfriend always thought I was hot. He'd flirt with me all the time in front of her, I'm sure that's why she hated me so much. It's just not her who makes fun of my name, though. It's alot of people. It's even the people that I talk to on the phone..."how do you spell your name?" YOU FUCKING SHITHEADS. I DON'T SPELL IT THE WAY YOU THINK, YOU PERVERTED ASS-MONKEY. NOW GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER BEFORE I SHOVE IT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU WILL BE LICKING SNOT THE REST OF YOUR PATHETIC LIFE.
Now that I got that off my chest, I can move on.
Sunday I had dinner at Dusty's house and we went to visit his grandmother several times. We had to head back to Marquette later last night and got back pretty late. Today I got a crapload of bloodwork done so I've been feeling a bit faint all day. We also looked at some more houses today and I think I'm going to throw another bid in tomorrow. I want to sleep on it though.
Just remember, if you are going to make fun of my last name, I may have to wrap your upper lip around your ears and make you into a sock monkey. Keep that in mind the next time I see you. Bastards.
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