for a few days now, and I just can’t get over his sweet, happy expression. Screw that ottoman, anyway.
Make that “Nazi” tide and we’re good.
Thank God she lost. Now I have only one country of which to be ashamed.
The really annoying, disruptive and fairly disgusting annual fair is in town this weekend, and the weather is terrible, as is usual for the event.
Ha ha ha!
So….there I was at the grocery store, in my gaming t-shirt and my oversized shorts and metallic sneakers and septum ring, agonizing over the fact they were out of my favorite coffee, when in walked a lady completely done up: bleached, styled long hair, fake tan, loads of makeup, gym arms, short skirt, and what I call hoof heels — the kind that have a platform sole and a spike heel. She looked at me, and I looked at her, and I wanted to smile and acknowledge that there’s a million ways to be women, but she somehow gave off a “closed” vibe so I contented myself with wondering how and why she wore such vile shoes. And then she grabbed a gallon of milk and lumbered out the door to her giant ugly car and I thought, “This, ladies and gentlemen, is the anti-me.”
the well-off nice white man says:
“The police are here to help us. ”
He looks like a nice guy, doesn’t he? And yet……