Friday, July 22, 2016

Make the orange man stop yelling at me

One of the ancillary benefits to yesterday being my anniversary: I didn't have to write about the shitshow.

Mister, the shitshow is killing me.
Mercifully, last night was the last of the shitshow.

While the train wreck was fun to watch, it left me feeling dirty in a way nothing ever has. Sometimes there just isn't enough soap.

I realize now that facts are anathema to Drumpf voters, which is fine. Unfortunately, for the GOP, their shitshow served to help the undecided lean towards Hillary.

That is the last thing I am going to say about the shitshow.

Until the Democratic shitshow.

I want to thank everyone for the kind words on my anniversary. She got me a tub of Ben and Jerrys Cherry Garcia and a book. I got her whiskey and a love letter.

We're romantical as fuck!

Today we are going to play mad video games at Dave and Busters all day.

I can see the eyeroll. Maybe tape that camera on your computer.

Titty sprinkles!

I have been singing this all am.