Post Segundo

So I went to this totally bitchin' garage sale today. What was so bitchin' you ask?

It was free. Yep, free.

I picked up some collectors plates with songbirds on them. And a book about working out your abs. (Obviously not for me.)

A sewing kit full of black thread and foreign patches.

The kid ended up with a guitar with only one string and the mousetrap game her mother yearned for and never got.

I have to go pick up Horseface in an hour, luckily enough he doesn't have to go to work early tomorrow, so I can stay up and party on God's day of rest. I've always thought that was funny, you go wild on Saturday night. Some of the most evil and regrettable things a person does happen on a Saturday night. (Saturday night's all right for fighting, anyone?)

But when Sunday morning comes people act all pious. Like 'I'm a good Jesus Lover, forget that part last night where I pulled off my clothes and let random men shoot gin out of my pussy.'




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(Can I say that?)