Death By Turkey…
Eight months into the pandemic and people are still complaining and pushing back against wearing masks.
Eight months into the pandemic and people are still complaining and pushing back against wearing masks.
It’s only 7pm PT and I am ready to throw myself off my bedroom balcony.
Thursday night conundrum. The New York Giants were on Thursday Night Football at the same time as the final Presidential Debate.
No politics. No I see dead people. No depressing Coronaville gossip. Just a few light and breezy recommendations.
That sweaty Tangerine is such a belligerent liar.
I’m mad as hell and can’t bleeping take it anymore. In 2020 women are still under fire from the opposite sex.
The Prince of Darkness practiced the Queen’s Wave at our expense on Sunday.
Karma’s a bitch…
Household voting. I have been practicing this for years.
Did I wake up in Belarus yesterday?
Wait Mister Postman Oh yeah (Is there a letter in your bag for me) Please, Please Mister Postman (Why’s it been a very long time) Oh yeah Please, Please Mister Postman Is there an absentee ballot in your bag for me…
I I feel as if I am preparing myself to bungee jump off of a towering building every time I go to the grocery store.
I am done.
Eric Trump just announce that when his father, aka The Joker, the psychopath with a warped, sadistic sense of humor, gets kicked out of Washington the Trump organization will focus on expanding internationally.
In the midst of all the chaos in America I read about yet another tragedy.
Not much makes sense these days. One conundrum is who takes a pocketbook to a protest or marches in heels?!
This man comes out swinging every single day. He never breaks even.
I am feeling nervous. My heart is palpitating rapidly and irregularly.