You love it, right?
The picture could be better, but it was all we had time for last night because we were so busy drinking our asses off.
That’s real wine in that there glass.
We’ll do a new one.
Thanks for all the input yesterday.
Maybe I’m extra sensitive because of all the anxiety and depression I mentioned in my post, but I have to admit that some of you hurt my feelings a little bit. I was surprised at what Prudence McPrudes some of you can be.
I hope you guys realize I was not intending to keep it like that.
I thought I made that clear, but I guess not.
I’m a whore in real life but I don’t play one on my blog. Much.
I’ve got a mad on this morning because some douchewad stole our trash can on trash day yesterday. We bought 2 really nice ones (trash cans are expensive!) because we want our house to look prettyful even when there’s a heap of rotting, stinking garbage out in front of it and some fucktard, some thieving ass monkey, some dumb bunny, some loser, some fucktard, oh wait I already used that one, some buttmuch, some mother fucking cock knocker stole it!
I bet it’s that Born Again Christian guy across the street. They’re always trouble.
Next time the Jehovah boys come over I’m going to send them over to his place.
I think it would be great fun to watch the Jesus Freak and the Jehovah Freak throw down.
And you know what else is making me mad? Those asshat trash collectors abused our shiny new recycling bins and now they look like shit because they empty them and just fling them into the street or the driveway.
They don’t even care!
Do you think if I put a sign, “please be gentle with these bins,” that they would start placing them onto the ground like they’re tiny baby puppies instead of throwing them around like last night’s hooker?
Do you think so?
And to make matters even more infuriating, they won’t take the smashed bins. They’re recyclable, right, so I put the old smashy ones into the new shiny ones and they pick them up and separate them and throw all of them on the ground without taking the ones that I’m trying to throw away!
I guess I need a sign for that too!
I mean these people are just stoopid!
I think I shall write a strongly worded letter to Mr. Bill Trashfaceington, Schmuckytown’s Public Works Douche-in-Charge, and tell him about my concerns regarding his employee’s blatant disregard for the welfare of our recycling bins.
I bet that will get some results!
The Queen of Fucking Everything likes to Do Things and Make Things Happen.
Just as soon as this hangover goes away…
- Beer Goggles.
- Crissy’s Not Funny Today So You’re Getting Bitchy Instead & Loving It
- I Am Ass
- I Love The Way Your Bikini Matches Your Parka Mabel!
- Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Crissy.