** GO GO GET'EM TAPS & MAGIC! ROCK THE RACE!! **
The Hangover II is bananas! Same story, yet they still made it wildly funny. It doesn't one-up the original, but still enjoyable. Pants shopping sucks. I need a personal tailor. And I'm pretty sure Annette gave me some of her pregnancy hunger syndrome. I'm freaking hungry all the freakin' time. What's a gal to do? Eat. Walk. That's what! ### Disclaimer: This is a graphic/gross piece of blogging! ### One of the nurses I work with has a foul crotch smell. And she freakin' pisses on the toilet seat on a regular basis. Do I let it go? Or do I say something? WWTFTGD?!?! It's gross all around. How do you not know that you've got something amiss going on in your crotch?!?! S.O.S.!!!Enough of that, if you're not a person who is easily offended, might I suggest picking up a copy of Adam Carolla's 'In Fifty Years We'll All Be Chicks.' By far, this is the most comical book I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Genius!
Goals of the Day:
♥♥♥ Cheer for Theresa & Mel on their race ♥♥♥
♣ Put Hookin' clothes in to a suitcase
♣ Continue the search for good work pants
♣ Research another computer (or something interesting) class to take
♣ Some sort of fitness
Own the day Divas!
3 comments:
Thank you Carmen! I had a boss once who had funky middle and it was awful. It was there in the morning too.
HAHA! Funky middle is making me chuckle. Love ya TAPS!
I feel like we are about to bust into a lady commercial. Do you ever get that not so fresh feeling? I think you should write an anonymous note - or make one of those clever signs and hang them on the doors in the restroom. "If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat." or...floor...or...walls. Whatever! GROSS!
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