[O]nce the turkey vulture has emptied out the contents of its vile gut, it waddles its fat ass away while the predator snarfs down the big steaming pile of puke. Good job, turkey vulture; crisis averted. This is why you have no friends.
From Joan.
Random rants and ruminations
[O]nce the turkey vulture has emptied out the contents of its vile gut, it waddles its fat ass away while the predator snarfs down the big steaming pile of puke. Good job, turkey vulture; crisis averted. This is why you have no friends.
The woman in front of me had her 'service dog' with her. It was a poodle. It wore a pink 'Service Dog' lambskin jumper and the 'Service Dog' was bedazzled on with crystals.
"When a San Fran writer on sexual aberrations has to buy a ticket to the 'F' state to fill out his story, we have a winner."