Tag Archives: Is it normal?
Keep dreaming
Me: Were you awake or dreaming last night when you tried to poke your finger in my butt? Southerner: What are you talking about? Me: So, you were dreaming? Southerner: No idea what you’re talking about. Me: And you get … Continue reading
Dia de los Inocentes
Me: Mom, I was so good in my pole dancing class I was thinking about applying to work as a stripper here for extra money. Mom: Que? What are you talking about? Are you crazy? Me: Well, I could use the money … Continue reading
Butterfingers
We went to eat dinner in Whitefish last night and I broke a vase in the women’s bathroom. As it went crashing to the ground, the little hostess woman came rushing over and was like “It’s okay. It’s okay. The men’s … Continue reading
Satan’s Bride
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
A stripper farted in my face on Friday.
God, I love that title. The fact that it’s true makes it that much sweeter. I can’t wait to say to someone, “Remember the time that stripper farted in my face?” But since I’m still trying to process the hilarity … Continue reading
One hundred and two: Woohoo!
I somehow managed to miss the anniversary of my hundredth post! So, I officially deem this the celebration of my hundred and second post! Whoopee! Ta-da! Titithooha! Kapow! It is actually probably like my hundred and fiftieth post if you … Continue reading
You call that embarrassing?
This weekend Brother J and I rescued a friend of his from getting a DUI and safely deposited her at her house. As Brother J relayed to me how embarrassed this girl was that she met me for the first … Continue reading
Fantasy Football
Guess what? I met someone. Guess what he likes that I never thought I would? Yeah, that funny looking game with the men in tight pants who run that even funnier-looking conically shaped ball down a field that is how … Continue reading
Search terms
To the person who found this blog by searching the term armpits smell like fish tacos, thank you for making my day. I’ve often wondered the same about my own armpits. A friend mentioned that perhaps I should be concerned at the … Continue reading
Queen of the Savages 