I have a land line. There is no phone connected nor do I know the number I remember thinking ten years ago when I was in Italy how crazy it was that most of the Italians I met in Rome only had cells and no land lines. Who knew they were so far ahead of the curve?
antikris:
Mo, V is calling you out….
bright-sider:
What’s it going to take to get this whore lush, baxterp2, to follow me?
If she were like any of my other followers, I’d say warm popovers and a tepid hand job.
I’d say keep calling me a “whore lush” — that’s how I fall in love.
And, no, I do not already have a Xmas tree up. That picture is from last December.
Me- I didn’t get carded for buying wine at Trader Joe’s.
Him- calling adorable checker out for not carding me. He threw up his hands.
Can’t win. For real.
God damn, I make poor choices. I should have some sort of “poor choice” soundtrack. A chorus of downtrodden trombones at all times. Wah waaaah. Shit.
Okay Levitt Gordon whatever is adorbs.