Hurricane Bell

Yo Bitchazzzz --
Today was not the best day, as you might have guessed by glancing at the picture to my right. Forget Katrina. A gale force taco ripped through my colon today causing a massive shit storm that put most of my work's toilet in the brown. As bathroomgoers hurried to get out of the wake of Hurricane Bell, Mazzi, the bum in the picture, starred stank straight in the eye and moved closer. That guy is boonkers! He always wanders in the bank liquored up. He loves to go in the bathroom right after people pop a squat. He takes baths in the sink, too. He has even me dropping off the Cosby kids outside of my boss' car.

Anyway...Hurricane Bell's wrath didn't end there. I came home to find that Mittens, who shared a burrito with me last night, had been hot boxing the apartment all day. Jeez! Those people in New Orleans think they have problems. Try dealing with Hurricane Bell. You'll know true wrath then. I need W. to send the National Gaurd into my intestines to "evacuate the area."