Nope, I gotta price match. I will wait for the cashier.

The heights we could achieve were absolutely startling.

I would have handed you my panties, no question asked. There wasn’t a boy with long hair that I did not have the hot pants for.

I took no particular offense to it, because I was brought up Catholic but also to love queer people and accept them fully and that abortion was fine, so I was ignoring all their social bugaboos all along, but when I finished school I realized a volcel in a dress had nothing to say to a young girl, and my priest’s brother was my high school chaplain who was gay as a day in May but in the closet, and they lived together in this grim sexless loveless house together until the chaplain died and the priest went to be a bishop in the North where he whittled out his days until his forced retirement at 75. He wrote some choice words about Pride parades, which I wish I would have known about when it happened because I would have fought back because his brother deserved his respect.

It’s SO sad what happened to him. Imagine having a colostomy because you couldn’t stop doing drugs. Or drowning.

Those are ROUGH. My pug ate some heritage seed peppers called Royal Black. He found them to his liking.

Apparently The Trial is his masterpiece.

He does! Looks like he likes a good meal out.

Yes it also happened in my Canadian city last spring, the first in decades. Unvaccinated of course. FAFO.

And he ran under the most hilarious political party ticket ever, in the UK of all things.

Are you serious with that turtleneck?

Good n you?

I heard it was a dead ostrich.

ALAB.

Best things I ever did for myself.