Sunburns and Hormones
I’m being ravaged by a rush of nasty hormones right now and have no right mingling in decent company. I am harboring borderline psychotic homicidal urges (don’t worry; I have enough common sense to resist any physical manifestations of these urges but am wont to verbally abuse the unsuspecting, the innocent, and the idiotic).
I went on a bender this weekend and got a sunburn playing bocce ball in the park on Saturday. Then I shoved my sunburnt cleavage into a little dress and went and got skunked all over again at Jose Juan de Jesus’s housewarming party. He has a concrete-cast abstract vagina statue in his living room, which I immediately commented on. We like vaginas. Joe (Jose) is adamant that this statue is supposed to be seaweed but he’s either lying or he needs to spend more time between a woman’s legs.
I’d offer mine but I already have somewhat sporadic access to a superb tongue.
Work sucks.
HMMM… looks like an off colored “pearl necklace” ya got there. sounds like a fun weekend!!
I like Jose Juan de Jesus. I may steal him. I now realise reading down where I can get a concrete vagina. I think I should be able to import it if I say it’s “seaweed”.
By the way - did you know when I run my mouse over your picture the words “douche bag” and “enema” flash up.
Jose Juan de Jesus is pretty likeable. I think you can steal him, too, but he’d come more willingly if there are promises of willing British vaginas. Not stone, concrete, or seaweed-like, though.
I like that I am tagged as both an enema and a douche bag!