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I have a thing for ugly, you know, and a thing for red, so one day I was sort of contemplating this bag
because it somewhat fit into my idea of Palestinian 14-year-old chic.
Andrea gave me a pained face, and when I asked why, she cringed like it was really obvious. When I still didn't get it, she said, "It has its own asshole. Why would you buy a purse with an asshole?"
And, speaking of assholes, I was buying some stuff for Beta Davis at Petsmart today and some dude had left two puppies in a carrier in the bed of his pickup while he was shopping. In the 100-degree sun. And one of them was crying. I totally called the police on his ass.
And I saw this:
And bought these:
because everything awesome in life can be bought for a dollar and has to do with cats.
I think that, at the end of the summer, we need to get together and watch gratuitously shallow action movies. I feel like we're going to reach a point where we've seen a dude make out with a leopard, seen a tranny probe her ass with a beer bottle, seen a man paint his face blue and wrap dynamite around his head as a means of suicide, seen mentally handicapped prostitutes violated and molten Vaseline thrown down the stairs of the Guggenheim, and we will be so very through with art films that guns and tits and exploding shit will seem like a breath of fresh air.