I just listened to the rest of this shit. I'd like to mark my favorite highlights:
She calls him when a guy she meets at a bar is good looking and doesn't want to go to catholic confessional with her the following day, therefore he MUST be Lucifer.
She repeatedly references Jesus and religion, yet doesn't seem to know the difference between a church and a monastery.
Light blue is the only color she will stand to be held up against. That's her color. If anyone gives her anything pink, she'll rip it into shreds. She hates that ugly color.
She calls him because her hands are cold.
She calls him because nothing that she likes is in the stores anymore.
Like ya know, like, yeah like, and um, like, yeah, like... my cousin Warren is a boxer and is like so, so smart... like... but, um... ya know... I dunno, like...
"I don't want to deal with anyone from Jordan, only white kids from America."
You don't like her being a Jehovah's Witness?? FUCK YOU! FUCK THAT! SHE'S MOVING OUT OF THIS COUNTRY THEN! FUCK YOU!!! She saw a well (with water) with her Dad so FUCK YOU!!!11!1
"I likes trees, occasionally, but not the forrest. FUCK the fucking forrest."
"On my childhood farm, we didn't have horses, exactly, but we had those things they jump over."
Fuck the fucking arabs, and sluts, and fucking whores, and blacks in the urban areas, and old people, and especially the Spanish and their mexican food in this country, and american indians, that are keeping her DOWN! She's moving to a country where everyone is white and nice and normal!! How can we argue with this perfect christian?
"I want to shave my legs for Sunday Mass! They didn't have the right razor! The Hilton sucks for hair products! WHY CAN'T I EVER HAVE IT ALL!?!?!"
Okay, I lied, I didn't really read the rest of this shit. There's about twice as much left, but I just can't take it anymore.
