July 2011
18 posts
I went to the market on my bike. Not a pedal bike, my Triumph Bonneville. I went to get dinner cause some seriously nice london broil’s were on sale and I’ve got a hankerin’ for grilling tonight.
So I’m parking my bike, taking off my helmet - all that good stuff when a white pickup with two guys pulls up to my spot.
Driver: We were just talking about never seeing girls on bikes! We’ve seen two here.
Me: You’re looking in the wrong places…
Driver: Huh?
Me: You’ll have better luck at a grocery store, not a strip club.
For some reason they found my insight hysterically funny.
Walk down to 7/11 for a huge slurpee.
J called me yesterday from one of his project sites. He was working in bowels of an un-air conditioned stairwell. It was 132 degrees. I brought him two giant sized grape slurpees.
This is why he loves me.
Er, not so much actually.
Asshat
lucy has caught, killed and eaten 4 flies today. like, in mid-air. WAX ON, WAX OFF BITCH.
My Lucy has tried to catch flies for eleven years and has never caught a single one. Pretty sure she never will.
Maybe poor people should ram a spit up a republican’s ass, slow roast them over an open fire and feed THAT to their children.
God sure is supplying plenty of republicans. Here’s hoping they’re TASTY.
Surprise me with tickets to the Freedom Fest down at the Yards
Pull crazy man from burning townhouse
Move mini-van full of kids out of the way of fire trucks (mom was actually getting nice lady and dog out of an adjacent house)
Act like it was a perfectly normal weekend