Here is a picture of my best friend (Bonehead… There’s a map to his cottage on top of his head!) The girl snuggling up to him is 23-year-old Fawn. Fawn comes here to steal pills off of Leslie (My better half?), but Leslie thought she could counsel her because of her Social Worker experience. Fawn has other plans! A true slime-ball if there ever was one…
And she sticks to Leslie like glue! Kicking these people out doesn’t work! there’s a ring in her nose cuz she’s so full of bull, but you cant see it in this picture. I’ll be showing the full-sized one in my next post coming up shortly today: ‘My Thanksgiving Nightmare!’ You can see it better in the larger picture, but Fawn has this nervous look on, like I’m gonna turn this picture over to The Police! LOL!
There’s another girl named Serena, also 23 who also steals pills, perfume, eye liner, clothing, jewelry… It’s really quite a problem! I caught her one night crawling in my bedroom window while I was sleeping, and nobody else was home. She’s been officially charged. And the Police knows her very well!
Now it seems that my best friend, my only friend, Bonehead has been stealing a lot of money from us. So now we’re going to have to sit down with him, and not actually say we know he did it, or he’ll march out like a big, Suckie Baby (Does Boo boo want his Bah bah?), go to bed for three days, and throw out his back… It’s a form of self punishment. He’s a bit weird! He compartmentalized everything and everyone into little boxes in his head! That’s why it’s solid bone right through!
I also have to talk to him again, for the four hundredth time, to go on depression pills cuz he always rips up all his clothes in a rage, and pretty soon he’s gonna be naked, unless he gets on depression meds. to calm his rages and sadness! But we are going to lay down the law and just let him know we’re getting locks for our rooms (Tim included… Leslie’s nephew lives here too now.), and will not be leaving anyone alone in this place from now on.
Bonehead has been my best friend for over 20 years now. He’s here every day mooching food as well so I’m also going to have to talk to him AGAIN, for the four hundredth time, about getting on Social Assistance so he can buy his own sardines, bread, milk, pastries, ice cream, coffees, penis butter, milk duds etc..
Maybe he’ll never listen to me… I dunno. But I can shorten his leash a little. Cheeses Crapes! Ya know? It’s really frustrating, and somewhat disheartening, but sometimes our kiddies need a spanking! Gads! A den of thieves! LOL!