Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav...
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It wasn't that he couldn't "trust you," Daisy, it was the fact that you look like a jacked-up Hillary Duff, and he doesn't want to have to spend the whole year touring, to pay off your surgery bill.
If you say its a shame, I know it is a big fucking schande. Ptooh-ptooh-ptooh.
I will watch it when I get back to the farthest reaches of Smalbania. Which after this, will look like midtown Manhattan!!
What a fucking plane crash this is!
Where do you find this shit???
I've gotta go take a shower RIGHT NOW after watching it. (Although, I admit, I'll have a smile on my face, G-d help me.)