If you find the height of excitement for your day is scooping kitty litter and watching “Murder, She Wrote” at any point before the age of 63, reassess. And by “reassess,” I mean get hammered and screw someone inappropriate to Nine Inch Nails.
Like Mr. Furious with a really nice handbag.
If you find the height of excitement for your day is scooping kitty litter and watching “Murder, She Wrote” at any point before the age of 63, reassess. And by “reassess,” I mean get hammered and screw someone inappropriate to Nine Inch Nails.
Hmmm…I’ll start saving up for the getting hammered.
I’m up for the getting hammered, too, ladies. Let’s pick a Sunday in August, shall we?
BTW, your pics of Gris-Gris are sweet! Auntie M wants to meet him!
This post tickles me. That is all.
Or, instead of Murder, She Wrote, how about Monk and Psych last Friday night? Yeah…
SO need to get schlammered.
Shaz: Yeah, you gotta budget it in.
M: Yes, lets! Whatchu doin’ for labor day? Gris wants to meet you, too! He needs to have his own debutante ball. Yeah, I said “debutante.”
Nettie: You see? Facebook updates are MEANINGLESS. ;P
Ding: Schlammered! I LOVE IT! Is that like a hammered/schlonged combo? That would be the business. Alas, those kinds of things can’t be planned. They just have to evolve from a night of unanticipated debauchery.