Disorderly
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The fuck are you looking at?
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Yeah, that's what I thought.
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Yesterday I made us some Moroccan chicken on a bed of curried couscous and a salad of grilled zucchini and peppers with feta, olives, mint, cliantro, lemon and cumin.
It were good.
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Today we took the dog to the dog beach in Morro Bay and had breakfast at the Sea Shanty after.
That were good, too.
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It is sunny and warm and breezy. I am headed out to the hammock with my Lincoln book and a tall glass of vodka and lemonade.
See you fuckers later.
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Namaste.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 12:56 PM
8 Comments:
I love it.
And I am glad of that.
Hey, Tearful:
Have you been listening to Joan Rivers? I'm listening to you both.
Mim
i'm so sad to have to tell you that that image right there is exactly how the fuck i felt inside today.
xo
Mim-
Nope, not listening to Joan, although my wife was talking about the new documentary on her the other day...what's the connection? The surgery ward? She's certainly been a frequent guest.
As always, glad for your company.
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tearful
Maggie-
Well, that is sad news. As a remedy, study the burning girl- she's on fire, but she's got her party hat on, a stars and stripes dress, and a fuck you very much expression on her face.
That might be the image to guide you on your way out of unhappinessville.
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tearful
oh, damn, you're a good cook or you're just a good describer of cooking...whatever...mouth watering...
Joan Rivers riffs on the f word.
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