There were some skanky hoes at Michael’s the other day. When I say skanky hoes, I really mean old cobwebbed vaginas blocking the aisles with their carts and colossal bodies, who couldn’t hear me when I said, “Excuse me,” and shot me death-ray looks when I tried to squeeze through the thin crevass between them.
In other news, my iPod broke and since it was still under warranty, I got a shiny new one. Huzzah!
And I postponed my jury duty to teach 35 high school kids and since that’s over, guess what I get to do on Wednesday? Yep. Civic duty? More like, civic booty!
okay, enough now.