and how was your day?


my day sucked the ass of an old, freckled, satanic worshipping, menstruating homeless crack whore who hasn't had so much as a decent memory of her last hit.


oh yes, that bad.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Yikes! Have drink or a smoke or spend some quality time with your vibrator. Relax chickie. Sing it with me, "The sun will come out tomorrow..."
8:44 PM
Cup said…
You went to Walgreens, and they'd sold out of the Elvis Reese's, hadn't they? Shall I send you a Moon Pie?
9:20 PM
Anonymous said…
Crack whores do not menstruate!

Daft cunt!

GI JEW stepping over the Dome of the Rock?
I see a Fatwah in your near future jewgirl.
4:41 AM
Joe said…
Ouch. I HATE days like that. There are only 3 cures I know of:

1) Insane physical labor, like pulling out a tree stump or something, or running 5 or 10 miles

2) Drinking

3) Fucking the pain away.

#'s 2 & 3 can be problematic at times.
5:59 AM
Bacon Lady said…
Yikes. I believe a good poke is in order.
1:33 PM
Amy Guth said…
Right? Sisterguuurrrrl, let's go get our snoots down into a little vino, eh? Oy.

Hope today was mo bettah.
6:23 PM
Eebie said…
I got nuthin but hugs. I share your pain. I hope your doin better now.
8:16 PM
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