Having a handful of girlfriends may be a good way to pick out the best, but when a new one comes into pay, it's those relationships that may keep me from the one I want most.
That, and the latest seemed to have a few qualities of girls of my past rolled into one big batch of cookie dough. Don't get me wrong: cookie dough is good. Cookies are better. Together with a tall glass of memories is the best snack.
A Katrina victim, neither the accepting victim nor the looter, is a good idea for a Halloween costume. There's too much pain.
A young, erratic mother, perhaps in her teens, always looking for her baby at the party, is funny, but a cross-dressing commitment.
The tweaker, a twenties something meth addict, is a play off of the classic hobo costume.
Maury Povitch, has two shows: DNA testing and lie detecting. I'm still trying to figure out which is more accurate.
After lettered names in the six Hurricane lists comes Greek letters. Beta's a bust.
I'm awkwardly successful.
All we do in bed is lie.
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