Asses...who needs em'?

So here I am in good ole' Utah, sitting watching "Cutthroat Island" on DirecTv, my dog Maddie is laying under the computer desk as I'm typing, It has been snowing since yesterday, that's right SNOWING! in practically May!  There is something wrong.  My ass is taped up with gauze and surgical tape that is ripping my ass hairs out ever everytime I move! (I think the doctor did that on purpose) I had a cyst on my tailbone and still do, I get to go in for surgery next time im on break.  On this coming monday, I get to deep-throat a scope so the doctors can look into my esophogus and stomach in preparation of acid reflux correction surgery, Oh good times!  I look at it as my 23 year tune-up! but I'm still truckin' and the lortabs keep on working' their magic///my mom has been threatening to take them away from me, because I keep taking more than Is prescribed...she can't take them away if she can't find them right?  Oh but the powers that be will keep on shining their light's down on my and my ass, and I'll just laugh when I fart! I'm outtie! Trav