While I mostly keep my other blog just to track my progress in my personal self-torture adventures, tonight's fun at the gym made me chuckle when I re-read it. If you don't find it amusing, that's cool: I'm likely high on something...like muscle pain. Or idiots. Dear Unsubtle Gym Rat...
Tag: this isn’t porn
Townhome Twits: Episode Brothel. Yes, I saved this for last.
So I believe I told the Baba Yaga story about the old woman who sold her house for pennies a few years ago, yes?This ties to the brothel thing, I swear.Directly across from Baba Yaga's unit is a home that's flipped five or six times since we moved in. The last actual owner who lived… Continue reading Townhome Twits: Episode Brothel. Yes, I saved this for last.
Cosmic Lost Socks Will Now Be Washed, Fluffed and Folded.
Remember the Soul Retriever?Apparently she now provides "aura cleansing" as an additional service.I'm unclear as to whether she cleans the pieces of the soul she retrieves for you, or if she just does an overall swiffering. Personally, I would think any retrieved piece of the soul would need cleansing, because you just don't know where… Continue reading Cosmic Lost Socks Will Now Be Washed, Fluffed and Folded.
Random Crap (or I’m too cranky and lazy to think up a clever title).
I'm having sort of a horrid week. Car accident (and a shop that seems...well, stupid. Is it SO HARD to call the number I gave you, the ONLY number I gave you? Apparenltly it is: they called an out-of-service number instead, because ridiculous), arguments, washing machine that leaks...I've about had it. Therefore I give you… Continue reading Random Crap (or I’m too cranky and lazy to think up a clever title).
No Ma’am, Bees Don’t Have Teeth.
Another weekend sitting at the First Aid gate at Renaissance Festival. Another weekend of things. Saturday a drunk (sigh) woman tried to impale her head on a fence post. She succeeded in splitting her lip from nostril down so thoroughly she likely needed multiple sets of stitches. Someone thought First Aid should have an oxygen… Continue reading No Ma’am, Bees Don’t Have Teeth.
Google Dreams of Screaming, Apparently. Creepy.
Oh Google...never change. I don't think it's lucky at ALL to have no mouth and have to scream, Google. I know, it's not a real post. And technically, that's two in a row. I'm sure I'll have something more entertaining after a long weekend of Renaissance Festival, but for now this made me chuckle.
I…There is NOTHING Appropriate To Say About This (NOT Miley Cyrus Related)
I don't understand it, but I'm highly entertained. What the hell IS "Jess hair" and...just...WHY??I do not...know, but apparently multiple readers found my blog this way. In case anyone is wondering, there was no 1600's Mini-Doughnut Truck on the Renaissance Festival site this season (but I DID see an oxygen tank and a power… Continue reading I…There is NOTHING Appropriate To Say About This (NOT Miley Cyrus Related)
I Am Not a Dude, Yahoo. Stop Offering Me Women.
My yahoo email address isn't particularly masculine, so I'm mildly amused and somewhat disturbed that I received the following emails in my Spam folder this morning: Sexy Brides! Hot Russian and Ukrainian Brides Looking For Love Because a husband isn't enough: I NEED the drama of another wife in the house. Sister wife I am… Continue reading I Am Not a Dude, Yahoo. Stop Offering Me Women.
I’m Too Lewd for Google…Mwahahahaha
I was toying with the idea of putting a couple of ads on my blog, and so I looked into the Google AdSense stuff (since it's affiliated with Blogger and so is likely the easiest foray into the great unknown). Alas, it's not meant to be. According to the email I got from the AdSense… Continue reading I’m Too Lewd for Google…Mwahahahaha
UPDATED: It’s like a divining rod for cosmic lost socks…
I was informed this afternoon that the 'lady occultist' in the Duluth Skywalk NOW offers "paranormal investigation" along with "soul retrieval." I am thoroughly intrigued. How exactly does one retrieve a soul? Perhaps more importantly, how exactly does one LOSE* a soul? Is it like doing the laundry and the washer/dryer eats a sock? "Oops,… Continue reading UPDATED: It’s like a divining rod for cosmic lost socks…
No Pithy Phrase 