Religion.

Ok.
I have a bum foot. I fucked it up blahblahblah. The bones are fucked blahblah.

BUT
Step dad was sending me some great texts in the thick of it. Unfortunately I cleaned out my text message in/outbox. I will try and remember. One said something like.

"Pray it better, no go to doctor."

Here are some new ones.

"Do u have tax file?"
8/20/09
9:06am

"sup dawg?'
8/20/09
7:27am

"sup clucky chicken?"
8/18/09
1:44pm