10 Things I'll Never do and Why

1. Anal sex (Umm...does this really need an explination? Do the words "EXIT ONLY" mean anything at all?)

2. Vote for someone who advocates gun control Why, you ask: Because I am a God-fearin', knife-totin', gun-slingin', dear-huntin', home-protectin', good-old Souther girl!! And in the words of the Motor City Madman himself, "SUCK MY GUNS, HILARY!!"

3. Hurt an animal or a child (Again, I think this is self explanitory)

4. Attend a non-Christian church I do believe that it is important to have a knowlege of other religins and beliefs, but I am not interested in exploring them any further. I have attended a Morman and a Unitarian church with different friends in the past, and both were very uncomfortable situations for me. I know that I am already where I need to be, so I don't feel the need to explore any other religins unless to just read about it.

5. Be a Bridezilla This is something that I feel very strongly about right now. Here's my take on this: It may be "Your big day", but there are other people living it too, so take a pill and quit your bitchin'!!

6. Buy another pet from a breeder I once read a bumper sticker that said something to the effect of "Why buy a dog from a breeder when hundreds live in a shelter and die everyday". That touched my heart. I made up my mind then that I will never buy another animal from a breeder. Besides, it has been my experience thatmutts make much better dogs anyways! (But I do still love my little Peanut.)

7. Drink another "Floating Sunrise" from the Rustlers Rooste again for some strange reason, flaming Bicardi 151 and I don't get along too well.

8. Breastfeed OUCH! BARF! GAG! How uncomfortable and embarassing that must be!

9. Decide to go with Jake on weekends to Indianapolis to work on a house for a black man whom he met at a bar (This man was in the bar because he had gotten pulled over 200 miles from home, and somehow his vehicle was impounded.) Hmm...that's an interesting one!

10. Go to a racetrack--horses or cars Cars are just too freaking boring. And horses, well, one word: Barbaro.