betsey johnson definitely has a dick.
massachusetts is up in arms.
weather has terrorized the state.
paralyzed.
the weight of some ice brought trees falling and power failing.
and everyone is absolutely losing their shit like it is the second, colder wave of hurricane katrina.
i went to dunkin donuts to get some coffee, and the entire city of fitchburg had crawled out from their crack dens to slurp some too.
really, it was a sloth look-a-like contest.
and how come whenever there's some kind of disaster, EVERYONE becomes a comedian? they want to talk to you and then they want to grip their coffee shouting "look out! precious cargo!"
the power returned, and i went to a party where the people make their own alcohol. it was marvelous. there was an endless supply of wine in the cellar and they even created their own amaretto and vodka. the pineapple vodka was so good i could just bathe in it.
and no matter where i go, i find myself talking to the animals and not the people. like, if your house contains pets, i will definitely give them more attention than you. i met a pug called louie, a cockerspaniel named cammie and a rasta colored bird, mufasa.
i found out the names of the mop top dogs next door who LOVE ME, but still plan on calling them "the scruffies"
also, i feel like saturday night live should appropriate their hosts to musical guests.
like, maybe when i was excited about seeing hugh laurie, they could have also scheduled, say, coldplay or another british guest. and not kan-gay.
weather has terrorized the state.
paralyzed.
the weight of some ice brought trees falling and power failing.
and everyone is absolutely losing their shit like it is the second, colder wave of hurricane katrina.
i went to dunkin donuts to get some coffee, and the entire city of fitchburg had crawled out from their crack dens to slurp some too.
really, it was a sloth look-a-like contest.
and how come whenever there's some kind of disaster, EVERYONE becomes a comedian? they want to talk to you and then they want to grip their coffee shouting "look out! precious cargo!"
the power returned, and i went to a party where the people make their own alcohol. it was marvelous. there was an endless supply of wine in the cellar and they even created their own amaretto and vodka. the pineapple vodka was so good i could just bathe in it.
and no matter where i go, i find myself talking to the animals and not the people. like, if your house contains pets, i will definitely give them more attention than you. i met a pug called louie, a cockerspaniel named cammie and a rasta colored bird, mufasa.
i found out the names of the mop top dogs next door who LOVE ME, but still plan on calling them "the scruffies"
also, i feel like saturday night live should appropriate their hosts to musical guests.
like, maybe when i was excited about seeing hugh laurie, they could have also scheduled, say, coldplay or another british guest. and not kan-gay.