No longer do i find it funny to play the dead hooker for necrophiliacs.
And quite frankly, the last time I played it...I ended up laughing.
How the hell did that happen.
Definitely not because I felt a tickle but very large sense of amusement that rushed over my dead and cold body and actually made me laugh.
Weird. I never did that before.
Certainly gave the gentleman a fright. He went to call the police and will I could not be locked up in a morgue so I had to banish him.
No worries, you will not miss him. he was one of the 1% who lived abroad and fighting extradition.
I need my coffin for a new occupation.
I am a money mover.
I can book flights for my coffin and place money under the satin silk lining. Dogs do sniff but when they open the lid, BAM!!
They see me.
A few have freaked. Not the dogs...the guards.
Many stare and say what a pretty corpse I am. And how sad it was I died so young.
Tends to get around the airport security circuit and security is less inclined to disturb the dead anymore. I am jut another dead chick in a coffin with a flight tag in a luggage compartment holding millions in diamonds, gold and cash.
I can only do this until I have hit all the airports...a duplicate visit would surely be noticed.
My minion is still with me. Vlad...what would I do with out the little gremlin?
A modern day dead smuggle I am
I am enjoying the job.
I get paid well and if I am crossed?
Well, that would be stupid.
Who would cross me and live to tell the tale?
Cartel deaths you read in the paper. Missing money.
Well, I speculate just like you.
The Blonde has not ventured into Mexico yet but I guess I should hurry.
I hear the Mexicans are building a wall to keep Trump out.
PS. The blonde needs to get back to work.
Catch you later alligatorous minds!
My Father died last year.
I watched outside the window.
As per my Father's wishes, he was brought home to die. Unfortunately, Seton Hospital cared more about the money and less abut my Dad.
Those cruel, catholic bitches held on to him until the last moment to reap every cent they could from his insurance. Then, they sent him home only hours before he would die to keep their mortality rate low.
They charged over $200,000 to feed him and drugged him enough to slowly let him die.
When my Dad had IBM insurance, he was treated like a King, as he should have been.
But Obama care changed his insurance and allowed IBM to drop him under the Affordable Care Act and put him under Medicare.
Seton treated him like dirt, took his money and then sent him home to die.
What is worse is my older sister who was there to hurry his death along.
She is a nurse and took over his care. Only she was too wacked out to properly care for him. He was not home for more than 15 minute before she went right into cleaning his private parts and than rolled him over in a frantic way making him gurgle for air.
You could hear the life being sucked out of him by her. She was hateful and angry and definitely pilfering his drugs!
Seton was killing him slowly for the money
and my sister killed him quickly so she could make her flight back home with a cache of my Father's pain meds.
While he was in hospital, I saw my little sister and big sister just rifle through things at his and my Mother's home, just taking what they wanted.
As I watched outside and through the windows...
My sisters came out onto the veranda and I heard their echos
My Father should just be cremated just so it would be more convenient than visiting his grave.
My Father was catholic and wanted to be buried in a military cemetery.
My son wanted to bury him in the proper uniform but my sisters and my Mother and some trashy chick named Trixie robbed him of properly honoring his Grandfather.
I believe my Father was set to rest barefoot and half a uniform.
I could not hold my son nor be there for him.
He already buried me and now his Grandfather.
And those evil witches of sisters took my Father's dignity away and my son's right to honor the man that loved him beyond anyone else.
All this from outside the virtual window I must watch.
This is why I went to Tibet.
I wanted to go on a murderous rage and kill my own sisters.
But, what good would that do..the damage was done.
I had to find peace.
I would have loved to have eaten the souls of her children but I am fairly certain it would have left a bad taste in my soul.
I will revenge my son.
I will not kill anyone. I learned in Tibet to modify my hunger and use it other ways that have made me more powerful.
I can do things.
Want to know what?
You have to keep reading
The Blonde is working hard at being more human but with subtle powers!