This N That
I really am tearin' up carpet, painting, and laying hardwood floors...my ownseff, so I haven't had much time for bloggin'.
My faithful group (all eleven of ya'), keep droppin' by, but have naught to say, and I don't blame 'ya. I am a bad, bad blogger. Sumbunny spank me. Please!
I got pulled over yesterday; prolly for the hundredth time in my life, but yesterday was different in that I actually got a ticket! It saddened me, peoples. "You've lost "it" T. Tha sight of yer big, heavin' bosoms don't work no mo." *sigh* "Ma'am"...(I HATE when someone calls me "ma'am"! I look for my mother!), your license is expired." "Whaaaa?"
So, Jr. Policeman runs mah shit, finds NOTHING, and writes me anyway. Fukker.
I went to the "Office of Old People Fuck Faster", AKA...the DMV, to get "legal" today. Being one that tends to follow the rules, and make shit move in a timely fashion, I read the two dozen, hand-written, "notes" taped to the walls before approaching the desk. I surmised that I was actually entitled to "take a number", don't have to "sign in" (oh Lawdy), and take my seat. It is 3:30, in the afternoon. The outer office is FLOODED with chillins lookin' to add to the death-toll in Mississloppy, and mammas that can't provide appropriate information for said chillins; "I don't know where his daddy be. Where can I get his S.S. cawd?"
I SWEAR, I heard this more than once.
I am called in, "Numba 26!", after 30 minutes or so. The clerk, without a glance at me, says, "Old license,please.", then moves back to her desk, back to me, "Address still the same?" "Yes." "Step over to the officer for your pitcher." Ooooook. New license issued. No restrictions! No mention of the fact that I now wear GLASSES. Oh! And LOOK! I still weigh 117 pounds!! Yayyy!!!
In other news; I'm now officially OLD. New specticals (not just "readers"), picked up today. Check it. Tres' chic, no?
Yea...I can pack sum sammiches in those Ziploks below my eyes. Shaddup! I'm fawty-four yeas old!
I'm off to snort polyurethane and sealants.
Ya'll have a great week-end!
My faithful group (all eleven of ya'), keep droppin' by, but have naught to say, and I don't blame 'ya. I am a bad, bad blogger. Sumbunny spank me. Please!
I got pulled over yesterday; prolly for the hundredth time in my life, but yesterday was different in that I actually got a ticket! It saddened me, peoples. "You've lost "it" T. Tha sight of yer big, heavin' bosoms don't work no mo." *sigh* "Ma'am"...(I HATE when someone calls me "ma'am"! I look for my mother!), your license is expired." "Whaaaa?"
So, Jr. Policeman runs mah shit, finds NOTHING, and writes me anyway. Fukker.
I went to the "Office of Old People Fuck Faster", AKA...the DMV, to get "legal" today. Being one that tends to follow the rules, and make shit move in a timely fashion, I read the two dozen, hand-written, "notes" taped to the walls before approaching the desk. I surmised that I was actually entitled to "take a number", don't have to "sign in" (oh Lawdy), and take my seat. It is 3:30, in the afternoon. The outer office is FLOODED with chillins lookin' to add to the death-toll in Mississloppy, and mammas that can't provide appropriate information for said chillins; "I don't know where his daddy be. Where can I get his S.S. cawd?"
I SWEAR, I heard this more than once.
I am called in, "Numba 26!", after 30 minutes or so. The clerk, without a glance at me, says, "Old license,please.", then moves back to her desk, back to me, "Address still the same?" "Yes." "Step over to the officer for your pitcher." Ooooook. New license issued. No restrictions! No mention of the fact that I now wear GLASSES. Oh! And LOOK! I still weigh 117 pounds!! Yayyy!!!
In other news; I'm now officially OLD. New specticals (not just "readers"), picked up today. Check it. Tres' chic, no?
Yea...I can pack sum sammiches in those Ziploks below my eyes. Shaddup! I'm fawty-four yeas old!
I'm off to snort polyurethane and sealants.
Ya'll have a great week-end!
posted by Lil Toni at 1:17 AM
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