Can you believe how grey he’s getting? I’m sure it has nothing to do with having to pose with silly costumes on all the time. Or because he lives with me. Must just be genetic. Yeah, that’s it, genetics.
I had three aunts when I was a kid; Aunt Loda, who was mean as hell, Aunt Lola, who was crazy as hell, And Aunt Laura, whom I was named after, and who was suppose to be the normal one of the three. These aunts were actually my mother’s aunts, so they were my great [...]
This lady’s hair weave stopped a bullet. It reminds me of the time a McRib sandwich that I placed in the front pocket of my blouse saved me from being stabbed in the chest. I was saving it for later. They don’t sell the McRibs year ’round here.
