Ain’ no back off my skins!
After a random trip to the beach last Saturday, I suddenly found myself with two, new syphilitic-looking cold sores on the side of mouth: Laurel and Hardy. They are, I assure you, just cold sores since there weren’t no hanky panky down at the beach. But I’ve been coating them with Carmex for days, and they’ve only mildly subsided. So, guess who’s not going out clubbing this weekend!
No matter. Next weekend is Pride, and Holla Scholar is coming to visit, along with his Lebanese motherhood and auntie. Should be fun, pending our tolerance for the doubtless feast of flesh (more like a $5.99 buffet of flab, I know).
Remember "Mystery Science Fiction Theatre" on Comedy Central, where those two puppets watched some cheesy B-movie and made hilarious commentary throughout? That shit was funny.
I love how you can add tonic water to any alcoholic drink, and it makes it taste all 7-Up-y.
Old couples are so adorable. I hope I one day get to be part of one.
