Numbers. Action. Betty. Round. English.
I’m
a sucker
For some
reason, I can’t seem to say “no” to the dogs for too
long. I just got through with a light dinner for
myself after I had fed them. Of course they looked at
me and begged. And stern I was, telling them “NO!”
and keeping them away. But when I was finished? Those
sultry, pouty eyes overpowered me, and I just had to
put out some turkey for them.
I’m such a sucker. Let’s hope I don’t have kids to
spoil.
Money
money money money money… Money!
This just
in on 20/20: Nigeria scamming Americans. No freaking
duh. I mean, seriously, I don’t care how many ways
they say that anyone can fall for it, you have to be
pretty dumb to read an email from some “Nigerian
Prince” that has “45 million dollars” that he’ll
share with you, if you just pay some nonsensical $500
fee to get it out of somewhere.
Helllo!? HE’S GOT 45 MILLION DOLLARS. Don’t you think
that if he has that much money, he can pay the damn
fee himself without your help? Yeah… think that one
through and get back to me.
Hey, I’m a sucker…. But not that kind of sucker.
Suckers.
Remember
Me?
Yes, Lance
Armstrong, I remember you. Right about now, though,
I’d give anything to forget your
stupid-line-reading-ass. Seriously? Give cancer a
chance, man. Jesus, I think we should cancel Bristol
Meyers Squibb. Or at least their TV license or
something. And what kind of name is that, anyway?
Armstrong…. How gay.
Left
all alone. Frown :-(
Home
alone. 10pm. Girl working late. I hope. Thank
goodness for me there’s internet porn.
Otherwise I’d have to go and stalk my woman.
...buuuut, it’s nap time now. Love that after-porn
nap!
Peace…. Zzzzzz….. Zzzz….