Sweet love hangover
No, that's definitely a sangria hangover, that beverage being both cheap and plentiful in these parts.
The demographics of this place being what they are, I ended up hanging out with a bunch of couples last night. It's good for me, because being around couples reminds me why I should never, ever talk to men, on the off chance that I accidentally end up a part of one. Anyway, nobody could ever make being a fifth wheel as fun and Dr. Brazen Hussy and Publius. Happy anniversary, guys!
Plus, I learned last night that there are mountain lions in town. That's right - moun. tain. li. ons. I could be walking around, minding my own business and WHAM - out of nowhere have my throat ripped out by a vicious carnivore. So I've got that going for me.
The demographics of this place being what they are, I ended up hanging out with a bunch of couples last night. It's good for me, because being around couples reminds me why I should never, ever talk to men, on the off chance that I accidentally end up a part of one. Anyway, nobody could ever make being a fifth wheel as fun and Dr. Brazen Hussy and Publius. Happy anniversary, guys!
Plus, I learned last night that there are mountain lions in town. That's right - moun. tain. li. ons. I could be walking around, minding my own business and WHAM - out of nowhere have my throat ripped out by a vicious carnivore. So I've got that going for me.
posted by La Blonde Parisienne at 11:58 AM
3 Comments:
Aw, thanks!
Mountain lions! Maybe you should get a can of mace.
or maybe you could carry around a packet of cat treats. throw it in one direction and run like hell in the other. maybe a dead rabbit would suffice better though...
I have to say that the possibility of an immanent and messy demise does put an 'edge' on this place that it formerly lacked.
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