Chame, chame, chame
A rabid lunatic raced through the streets of SF yest afternoon right around the time I take my lunchtime constitutional, right along the street I take it. Several people were hurt, one was killed, which is an awful tragedy. Still, I almost wish I could’ve been included in the melee so as to fulfill my fantasy of going out on paid disability. Oh, to dream…
I love a good nose. Not a big honkin’ schnozzer, per se, but a cute puckish little nose or a good strong dick nose. You know what I mean.
It’s disparagingly counterproductive to use sunless tanning lotion on your neck seeing as how you have to shave everyday.
Roseanne rules, even after all these years.
