Am sitting in Marion's bedroom in the planned-down-to-the-paint-chips town of Irvine, CA, listening to what I thought was a re-make of "The Exorcist", you know, that scene w/the little girl screaming in tongues?, but what is actually her neighbor's young daughter yelling at her sibling(s) and/or parents, as she apparently does on a daily basis. I want to toss some Lithium or some Haldol over the fence.
Absolutely amazing.
And scary as piss.
So I say again, NO KIDS FOR ME.
Also, incidentally, Marion lives in a neighborhood built exclusively for UCI professors and the father of the child next door she believes is a Psychology guy. I'm telling you -- we're all nuts.
Absolutely amazing.
And scary as piss.
So I say again, NO KIDS FOR ME.
Also, incidentally, Marion lives in a neighborhood built exclusively for UCI professors and the father of the child next door she believes is a Psychology guy. I'm telling you -- we're all nuts.
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