You’re going to be a folk hero someday.

Damn. You know some shit. That is some gonzo shit right there.

Thank you. My dark side chuckled. And then my compassionate side felt bad. Then I laughed again. Cause fuck that guy.

No. He’all say the attempt was “rigged.” A real man, like him, could have handled it. Rigged secret service and what not.

I had a college professor do “impressions” of old AJ. They were as racist and psychotic as you would expect. That motherfucker was insane.

The best collards I’ve ever had cost me 2.50. You’re doing it wrong NM.

Is that Brendan Frasier having a stroke?

I’d take a whirl. Feebly baby stoner brain be damned.

Me too. Let’s see how the other half smokes. I bet he’s got a dope ass bong or five.

I bet his shit would fuck our world up. #richpeopleweed

Love it! She sounds like a Boss.

Most assuredly. Three cats seems reasonable.

I hunted around for the mama and more babies. No dice.

I couldn’t resist! The hubs didn’t even bat an eye. Three cats are alright by him.

Vampires for some reason. I was DEEP into vamps as fairly young kid. None of that gothy stuff in my teen years. Scared me for a host of existential reasons.

I found this little girl last night under my car while dressed up as cat.

I got hammered in Seoul and needed to go. I made my two friends hold my arms while I squatted to pee in front of someone’s house. Hikes up skirt, drops pantries, pees. Drunkenly slurs, “hold me up motherfuckers, I gotta pee.” I stole some stuff after that.

Ok. So I’m not a native CO. But here’s my story. Gold Camp Rd. My husband got stationed at Buckley AFB. We got a wild hare up our ass and drove down to Manitou and then over to Cripple Creek. We wanted to take the “scenic route to see the stars.” Via Gold Camp no less. So we’re up, half way to Cripple Creek. Well,…

Me too! I was like, “that’s a terrible fucking idea. How dumb do you have to be?” And you’re right, it could totally still happen.

YYYYYYYAAAAASSSSSSS. Get it Queen. Take those fools down with eloquence and elegance. It is a balm for my soul in this dumpster fire of a year.