Continuing with the photography, this was pre-meditated. Four Budweisers down, I wa able to carefully peel off the stickers off the bottle and label them on the tabby.
He has been my billboard for most anything.
🍻 Do not drink and drive. Put the bottle aside, pull over, take a swig, and then drive.
Nooo… seriously, it is not a question of capability, it is a question of safety. Drink at home or Uber. 😬
On it’s back.
Legs flailing in air,
Crushed by a big shoe,
That’s going to be you,
Bitch, please; enough drama.
Plenty dicks in the sea.
If nothing, this cockroach
Can breath life into your hole.
The fag-end flew in,
Parked between the chlorinated scarf.
Someone somewhere had puffed away,
While I lay and dreamt of flowers.
Grace: Must be someone’s name. But when I hear “Grace”, I’m reminded of Elaine Benes.. Remember that? 😂
I am currently in the phase of coming to terms with being single. Younger lady I once was, no longer I am. The novelty wore off; kicked to the curb. And I thought, SHIT!
So, here’s a reminder to all the gentlemen out there who abandon their partners for a younger, lighter, prettier one. She also poops. And her shit smells like shit too.
Pooping with grace, but poops nonetheless.
While Ally rested her pretty face on my tum-tum, I noticed the beautiful red lines coursing through her ears. No make-up, no salons, no nothing and yet so calmingly gorgeous red. What is it about fur that makes us humans go ga-ga over it?
More weird pictures coming up, now that I am out of a sleepless slumber. 🙂