What a timely question. The King and I got home from an almost three month long job at the beach, just before dawn Friday. Slept all day, been unloading and unpacking ever since. Finally went for the first major grocery store run this afternoon. Rattled my teeth on all the potholes in the just over a mile to the store and then the first thing I saw in front of Food Lion was the town skanky whore in a tight lacy top. She looks like she is over 40. She is overweight and looks like she was ridden hard and put up wet. The negligee style top showed every roll, sag and nipple. Apparently she got a “taker” by the time I could get to the door, since she got in a car. Then by the time I finished grocery shopping she was back out front again.
Am I happy where I live? Oh hell no.
Am I happy where I live? Oh hell no.
Where are we going and why am I in this hand basket?
