Friday, October 30, 2015

First there are kisses

The dogs were gone two weeks. I have to retrain them to be dogs. One won't poo (she's always been an anxious poo-er) and the other is fellating himself sore. As the chil'ren say, I can't even.

The thing about the Florida red tide is that it looks beautiful outside. The view of the water is more than worth double what we paid for it. But then I go outside and I feel like I'm under a light chemical attack. It's affects me weird because I have wonky sinuses to begin with so don't go thinking it's unbearable for most people to be outside. If you've learned nothing, you should know by now I don't care about anyone but me. Duh.

I love this picture of TGB. That means she'll hate it. And that, boys and girls, is marriage.
Apparently Boy George banged Prince. Anyone alive in the 80s is likely unsurprised by that news. I just get the feeling that if Prince was the top it would look a lot like a Chihuahua trying to hump a Great Dane. Also, if Boy George could do The Voice stateside I would start watching again.

Titty sprinkles!

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