Category Archives: Is it normal?
Oh, Mike Judge, how can I thank you for bringing Beavis and Butthead back to life? Thank you for the countless hours I’ve had to endure this week of my normally mature boyfriend asking me if I want to see … Continue reading
We just went to our local drugstore to purchase dandruff shampoo, vagisil, nicotine patches, and a plunger for the toilet I clogged last night. Just another super sexy day in our glamor-filled lives. As we were leaving the store, the Southerner … Continue reading
After class last night, I had a missed text message from the Southerner that read: Call me before messing with that shotgun in the bedroom. Oh, I’ll call you alright, I thought. Call me before messing with that shotgun in … Continue reading
Last night watching my new favorite show: Man, Woman, Wild. The Southerner: He doesn’t even know what he’s doing! He should have made some kind of spear, preferably with prongs. That’s how I did it when I went frog hunting. … Continue reading
Kitchen Conversation: The Southerner: Why do you always refer to babies as “it”? Me: Well, that’s better than calling them “creatures” or “monsters”, right?
Just in case you’re wondering, we ate dinner at McDonalds and came home and watched Youtube videos of fireworks. The Southerner found a video of the incredible fireworks display they set off at Disney World while someone is singing God Bless America in the background. We … Continue reading
I spent half the night googling “how to smell like a stripper.” Don’t ask me why but for some reason this search made me extremely nostalgic for my girlfriends that are scattered all over the country and the world at the … Continue reading
This weekend we camped at McGregor Lake and Middle Thompson Lake. McGregor seemed promising at first. The lake was gorgeous with see-through water and, initially, the camp ranger gave off all appearances of being somewhat normal. We quickly learned that first impressions … Continue reading
When I was visiting my mom in Atlanta a few weeks ago she begged me to give her back her closet space by doing something with my 50lb wedding dress (No joke, the train on that bitch would have put any royal … Continue reading