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So I’m poor. I try and find cheap entertainment. I know most of you will think it is tacky but gossip is cheap and usually greatly entertaining. It is much like reality TV. You watch cops because it makes you feel better about your own life. I have been in some really shitty spots in the journey that is my life, however it has never been so bad that I am chasing my drug dealer down the road in hooker heels, no bra and a busted lip while my three year old kid holds my bong. I’m just saying it serves a purpose.
I live in a small town. The kind of small town where if you sneeze the guy on the radio says God Bless You. Which is cool because clearly we are polite, but when you fart in church everyone is going to know before you get up to shake the preacher’s hand. Plus it seem there is a lot of Jesus in our town. We have a bunch of dairy’s and they work there.

In some ways my hometown should have its own TV series. It would be a cross between, Maury, Jerry Springer, The 700 club and Saturday Night Live with a pinch of Game of Thrones but the dragons would be cows. I went to school with three girls who were all named after our town, two of them shared a last name.

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