Plaquenil Farts and a Hooker Bra
Word on the street is that there is an unusually high smog alert over New York City. Yea, I apologize. It is my fault. I’ve got the plaquenil farts again. When the carbon monoxide detector goes off in the neighboring buildings I will not apologize. I will deny any doing or knowledge. As of late, compliments of finally getting my health insurance reinstated (though, the dental and vision are still being hijacked by bureaucracy), my days have been filling up with doctor’s appointments and the gremlin bottles have been multiplying on my dresser. I haven’t even spilled any water, as of late. Though, give that five minutes as I’ve got a bottle of seltzer calling my name. Those bitches always bathe my carpet, bed, and me before settling down. You would think there would be a better way to open them . . .I wonder if getting a boyfriend to open them would make things less wet? Oh wait, would need a boyfriend first. Though, I have dude...