Because this is where it starts, people. And it doesn’t get any prettier from there.
On the plus side, he does say you can still fuck other guys when you’re dating him. Because…well…you’d probably prefer to.
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the truth about great inventions
It’s not pretty, people. Remember what they say about laws and sausage?
Thank God for Greenwich Mean Time!
Well, it IS!
The Grand Plan
It’s hard for me to type; in fact, I had to shut the doors and windows, because the constant drone of the sirens is becoming too much even for my hardened nerves.
But I’ve come up with a plan.
You see, every Welfare Wednesday (aka Mardi Gras) the sirens go; actually, they start the night before, as that’s when some people receive their cash. And they go all day and all night. And then, they do it again the Friday after that, when the ones who have jobs decide to party. And if the latest shipment of heroin that’s come in is particularly bad, the sirens don’t let anyone have any breathing space; they overlap one another for a solid 24-36 hours.
So the plan is this: The next time it’s Mardi Gras or Friday After, I’m going to get on Twitter and tweet when the sirens stop. And when they start. And when they stop. And how many of them I can hear at one time when they ARE going.
It’ll be dry as hell, but historic.
Sirens started again…
Snarking on Sunshine
I have absolutely zero belief that posting this won’t generate blowback, but what the hell: it’s funny. And it’s not as if I don’t make fun of the non-addicted as well. We are equal-opportunity snark around these parts, I tell you.
And so we at the ol’ raincoaster blog present Allison from Intervention, remixed to her favorite tune, Walking on Sunshine which poppy summer delight will never be the same again.
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