A goat.
I dunno... some of the guys I knew in college...
How about a Republican?
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A goat.
I dunno... some of the guys I knew in college...
How about a Republican?
some of the guys I knew in college...
I think these would also most likely fall into the "HELL NO" category.
I think these would also most likely fall into the "HELL NO" category.
Hahahahah!! "Guys Barb Knew In College." I like it, but I'm not sure she'd get it...maybe I can tweak it a bit...
Deena, much ~ma to you for coping until the power comes back.
feathers... still attached to chickens
I had a complete stranger ask me via okcupid if I wanted to rub swiss cheese on his dong.
Tell him yes, after you whack him unconscious with a chirizo and rub spices all over his body.
I had a complete stranger ask me via okcupid if I wanted to rub swiss cheese on his dong.
Offer limburger. Or rubbing alcohol.
No, he might be into that.
Dressing up...like Sarah Palin?
I know I posted yesterday, but since I'm at the library* grabbing internet time, I thought I'd mention that I'm still without power. Stone Ages, Day 3.
I called the power company this a.m., at The Boy's request (I told him that they were going to be aware of what addresses were out of power -- and when I called, they did in fact confirm that they knew we had no power), and they said that the problem is that there's a tree down on a power line in our grid.
I would have thought that they would take care of those first, because they're a legitimate danger, but apparently not.
The exciting, we're-all-in-this-together, camp-out sort of feeling has evaporated, and I'm officially over this shit.
(You know how your car makes a horrible sound for weeks, and you take it to the mechanic and as soon as the mechanic drives it, the sound goes away? I'm hoping that, now that I've posted my entitled first-world rant, I'll go home to a house full of sweet sweet electricity.)
(Okay, part of my crankiness is that I'm fighting off a cold. With no power, it's hard to cook chicken soup, damn it. When I leave the library, I might drive around and look for a Chinese restaurant that's open; egg drop soup is as good as chicken noodle when it comes to comfort food for a cold. It's all from a chicken, after all.)
*When I was at the library yesterday, poaching their electrical outlet to charge my cell phone, my brother called. "I'm completely unsurprised," he said, "that you went to the library during a crisis."