605 to 405 to 110
S 110 San Pedro
Gaffey St. --> left
1st St --> Rt
Western -- > Left
25th --> Rt
Anchovy --> Rt
2159 Balaira
Maroon red Supra
Saturday, June 30, 1990
Directions ('90 - these directions got me somewhere, but we can talk about that later)
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
Bitch from hell ('90 - pretty sure it's also about Jeanne aka Corn Woman)
I'm singing bout a woman we all know so well
Affectionately known as the bitch from hell
She's a ball-grabbin' bitch on wheels
The bitch from hell
Bitch from hell
She's on the rag every single day
(bitch from hell -- la la la bitch from hell)
When her big fat jugs are bouncin' don't get in her way
(big fat bitch from hell -- big fat bitch from hell)
She can smile with one tooth as well as snarl
Bitch from hell
Bitch from hell
Bitch from hell
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
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