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This started with me wanting to tell you about how my daily drives across long bridges has caused me to create Jason Bourne like ultimate escape plans if things every go bat shit crazy and me and Silvie go overboard, but ended with a chronological recap of all my cars names… and how I killed them… awkward.
Silvie is my car, her name is Silvie because she’s silver. That’s why I don’t spell it Sylvie, so all you English majors, spell checking Nazis, can just take a step back… I’m talking to you dad. Now that I think … Continue reading
And that’s why I only do this once a F$*&@# year!
GOOD LORD! Creating a new header collage could lead a person to drink… and since I do that already, it actually lead me to drink so much I had a complete weekend blackout. Seriously. I remember sitting down at the computer ready to … Continue reading
Oh Dear God, Is That What We Sound Like?!
I’m a member of a club. It’s an awesome club that welcomes any woman, along as she’s a bitch. Well to be fair the club is called Bitches Be… so it only makes sense it be full of bitches. We do tons … Continue reading