God help me on Friday….
You made the mistake of inviting me, now you gotta pay the price.
Oh hell you’ll be on my turf! I’m going to send all my fucks at you. I will. Stop me
I won’t stop you because I think this luncheon will need a couple of fucks thrown in to liven the place up.
Your hair color and tin foil are quite becoming. I like the way the dryer frames your face. It’s like a halo. (Do you think that’s where all those artists got the idea?)
I worked hard to get that pic just right - no I didn’t, it was a one shot one kill kinda endeavor. I think this is exactly where artists got the halo idea, you’d need to be a saint to sit still and let these women torture you without slapping the shit out of them. I sat under that dryer and watched a woman get half of her face ripped off with hot wax. Fuck you, I’ll handle a stray hair here and there on my own, that waxed woman had tears streaming down her face. If I want that kind of pain I’ll just take a smaller size of pants into the dressing room next time I’m shopping and try to wedge myself in them. That pain and humiliation will be for my eyes only.
I hope Charlie doesn’t make you sleep with the Senator.
I kinda hope he does. House of Cards reenactment may need to happen. For the good of the Association, for the good of Charlie. I was just informed that it will be a Congressman at the luncheon. Excellent.
Um. Guise. Guise. GUISE
File this under: why the fuck didn’t I think of that
If it weren’t for Joy bopping around here far too often to risk this being on my dash, it would be an instant follow.
This will improve my Wednesday.
yes, this is exactly what the title says and it’s awesome. also, dicks.
Ummm yeah, I’ve been following this blog for a few months and it’s the cats ass.