Guest starring in someone’s kitchen is like being an Unicorn. I get to play with new tools and sample new dishes without having to deal with the marital disaster I leave in my wake. Not that I would know.
You know that person who is always like, “Everyone always bites and tries hump me all the time!” maybe they are the asshole.
Loony told me that I should never share the following events with anyone which means I absolutely must blog about it. It’s gross. And way too much information. You’ve been warned.
Hackers have not taken over my account. This is me blogging at 3AM which is almost as good as me drunk posting.
So I took a bunch of pictures and did a bunch of great stuff in Paris and if you want to see them you can but if not, then don’t. I’ll never know.
It is obscene to use this place as a canvas for such terrors. No one deserves these atrocities, but perpetrating them in Paris amplifies the horror. That was the point I imagine.
Short term rental is legal in Boulder and I don’t have to worry about some crazy bitch turning me in for LEGALLY RENTING MY OWN HOME!
A woman noticed the cat in my shopping cart and said, “Oh those cats really shed,” and I was like, “It’s not problem, I always pick up a few of these when I go to the store. I got the brown tabby thing down.”
Then I picked up eight labrador retrievers in varying colors and headed home while trying to figure out the logistics of walking all these fucking dogs.