Lipstick and Gingers.

Today, I desided to be a little bitch and a half >:].

To start off my day of evilness, I got up extra early and ventured to the Curtis residence. I snuck into ms. Kitty's room, and since she sleeps till noon at least, its easy to sneek around in there because she's fuckin dead to the world :p. I stoll a tube of nice porno red lipstick and some lip gloss. I then proceeded to walk down the hall into Sodapop's room. I walked over to his bed and applied to lipstick and gloss. Oh Soda, you have such pretty woman lips. I must say, you look a bit like chocolate bar over there.. xD. I laughed and took a picture of sleepy Soda to savor the memories. Hahaha.

After a morning of super glueing payphones to their little.. hook..thingys..whatever there called. I figured it was a good time to go torment some small children. But those fuckers are boring and in schools on Wednesday's... So I dressed up as an old woman and visited the high school :D. I called Jamie down to the office, gave her a big hug and then shoved ice down her pants. Hahah. I made her all wet down there >:]. Before she could open her pretty little mouth I bloted it outta there. Haha :D.

I traveled all the way to the garage listening to my fabulous iPod. I saw Stevie-poo workin on a cars engine. It looked all rusted and gross. "Hey Steven," I greeted him as any pleasent sister should. "oh, hey Car." he looked over, smiled some and removed a ...uhg I can't think of the name for them.... shock somethin or other. looks like a spring? sure. Well he took one of those out. and started putting some nice lookin red fluid into the hole where the thing was.

"uh, does the engine have a cold and need some cough medicen?" I asked Steve.

"no fattie," he laughed, "its transmission fluid. the pistons are all rusted to the cylinders so I'm gonna put this shit on 'em for a few weeks and see if it can eat down threw so I can get the pistons out without breakin' anything."

"Uhm, ok sure. whatever. want some help?" I walked over and picked up the syringe type tyhing he was useing. Steve-o doesn't make much sence sometimes. Seriously, what the hell is he tryin to do here? I pushed the handle of the thing in, thinking it was empty, no. No it was full. a big spot of transmission fluid went and landed on Steve's head, ALLL in his hair.. xD. He was so mad. But it was sooooo funny.

"Awh Stevie you make such a pretty ginger!" I said with a grin. He started chasing me around the garage. I was laughin my ass off the entire time. Hahahahaha. xD. It was just so fuckin funny for some reason. I think if it were anyone else I wouldn't have laughed until I cried, theres just something about my brother that makes me laugh... I don't know what it is. Hes just funnny lookin I guess :p.

Steve caught me and we started wrestling on the floor. "HOLLAR UNCLE!" he was yellin at me. He was laughin to. I couldn't say anything because I was laughing so hard at his hair ... xD.

Eventually we came to an agreement. I was out his hair if he promised not to kill me. Fair deal I supose. We went over to the sink and I started scrubbing at his hair, useing some hand soap to try and get the shit outta his hair. My god his hair is a mess -.- I couldn't get anything out because of the fuckin grease he loads in there every morning. Its discusting really :p. He convinced me to use some of this orange smellin shit that you use to wash your hands with when you get grease on them. I was tryin to tell him it would ruin his hair but he wouldn't take it. Oh well, wasn't my head. So I put the orangey shit in and the grease and transmission fluid came out :D. But his hair was still nasty as hell. I advised him to go home and wash it extra good with real shampoo.

Oh what a fun day to write a shitty post about. Goodnight world :D.

-Carson