Lauraw wears crocks
Up with the sun, gone with the wind
Everyone said Pup was lazy
Leaving my home
Leaving my friends
Running when things got too crazy
Out on the road, out ‘neath the stars
Feeling the breeze, passing the cars
I think my dictionary has a Bob Seger filter, it tried to change “Passing” to “Passin”.
Rock on with your bad selves today my friends.
This makes me LOL in my pantaloons. I’m sure it’s ageist or ableist considering her well known and tremendously documented physical challenges.
OMG. I’m literally dying over here. In fact, we all are.
And frankly, so am I. You’ve become a bunch of lazy, slothful pieces of shit. I mean, I can excuse people like Hotspur and MCPO who have worked hard all their lives and are enjoying their Golden Years, but what excuse do the rest of you have?
I mean, for God’s sake, we’re almost at the end of the weekend and everyone’s still commenting on a Saturday poat while waiting to get motivated by trannies tomorrow. It’s no wonder this country is going straight to hell.
Okay, now that I’m done calling you assholes, I’m going to hopefully provide you with some motivation before tomorrow with a photo of Cal alum and insanely-hot pole vaulter Allison Stokke:
I have likely touched several surfaces that her ass has also touched.
I didn’t watch it, haven’t read any news about it, and won’t. The only possible reason I would take note is if the inevitable t3rr0r1st attack finally happened during this one. All I know for sure is that the Lions didn’t win. Not because they weren’t playing, either.
Meet Taralee Guild.
b. 1984 Thunder Bay, Canadia
I turn 40 tomorrow. With any luck, my office won’t do anything stupid. You people would, but you don’t work at my office. But how cool would that be? Oh wait, we wouldn’t get anything done, we’d just comment here and cook things on the PBC we keep in the parking lot.
What do you do with a problem like this?
I guess you’d have to go for some kind of Social Justice Rock Paper Scissors game. We could call it Rock Privilege Scissors.