This was my nursing home before the nurse pissed me off and I kind of "accidentally"
dropped a burning candle in a pile of clothes and lighter fluid.
This
is my best friend Freida, she loves to sit in her rocking chair and use
her cane to trip other old people as they walk by.
This is my pet monkey Bob.
He really is a good-natured pet, although he likes to bite other people.
This was my estate before my self-indulged
family forced me to move into that God foresaken nursing home. Oh,
how I missed that mansion. But I took care of that problem, didn't
I.
This
is Steve. Steve controls my actions and tells me what to do.
We argue quite often, but usually he wins. Sometimes he is just too
demanding.
This
is me getting my brand new gun for my 30th birthday. I was excited
because it was brand new. All of my other guns were hand-me-downs
with blood stains all over them. I still have that gun today.
I have a collection that I take pride in today. I love to use my
gun, especially to make the new nurses dance around a bit.
This is my new home. It is
called the Wilshire Home for the Mentally Ill. You set one nursing
home on fire and shoot at a couple of nurses and you are sent to the looney
bin. I hate it here. Why didn't they just put me on the side
of the road? This place is such a shack. I want my house back.
This
is the sign on my door. The nurses tell me that it says my name and
tells a little bit about me. I cannot read so I am going to have
to take their word on it.
This
is the picture my grandson Dylan drew and sent to me. I almost cried,
it is so beautiful. He should really show his parents how to treat
someone. It actually looks like me too.
It is really sad to see that you ended up at this site. What were you even searching for??? To top it all off, you read the whole thing and are at the bottom of the page now. Wow, how sad are you??!!!!! I hope you enjoyed though.
- Grandma Jo -
