Home on the Range, Reggie...Miller...Eye Candy Andy

I am walking along exhausted today, but the jingo lingo does play.  I think of Russians and strippers and bars that were married to their mob right next to me.  Why did that not leave a four inch scar, the moment I entered the bar?  I lived next door in golden valley, so it seemed just like a normal "check me out," kind of neighborly good thing to do.  I may even have had a HAPPENINGS card too.  Boo hoo hoo, the hot bod was my UPSTAIRS neighbor Elena.  She was their treat, and I kept to the street.  My life has always seemed fairly plain.  It is the HUMOR and then the music and dance that came when I opened to a guide about 8 years ago.  I do struggle with Herculean challanges, but my will to live is at an 11 (on a 10 point scale).  People will do and say their evil every day, but how many people can rely on mobsters, strippers, and a "dead" psychiatrist in a day?  I guess I must just be THAT pretty.  My pretty-ometer is definitely an INSIDE pretty, but I would say 15 today!  Delusional is all of you who think that I do not have memory or keep score.  OF COURSE I have more forgiveness for a handsome blonde haired, blue eyed doctor than an evil fuckin whore.  I take the dredges for my pretty pretty powerful crew.  Ain't it nice to have THE APPRENTICE (show developer) as your boss, and he walks in the boardroom the first day, for training at LGC, and I called it out perfectly.  His brown hair and brown eyes possibly matched his tie, but I KNOW he wore a GIOVANI suit.  So hot sexy I kept the game eyes down a bit that day.  Maybe one day that BRICK THROWER will love me if I kill Reggie Wayne enough so that they BOTH get tough against ANYONE who goes at me verbally or psychiatrically.  Voodoo is what makes them all fall down and it is my scars that make it stay around.  Keep people off the subject, Reggie, or they will painfully disect you TOO.  Female circumcism (is a fallacy) but is supposedly done by mother or aunt before the age of 4 in the Middle East.  Africa tried to lie, but it was dispelled.  My father did my after my 16th birthday without anesthesia.  He used KETAMINE (they use to fix cats) to keep me still.  It is a disociative medication.  I will say no more.  Keep doctors off my files or they will come for you, Reggie, and show you what torture and slavery really are for giving me a great story to tell.  YEEEEHAWWW!!!