Talking smack.
It’s summer here which means it is flip-flop weather, and by “flip-flop weather” I don’t mean wearing sandals and playing on a beach or going to cookouts with friends. No, what I mean is it’s hot as...
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I think I have stomach rabies. Or maybe it’s just gas. I don’t know, but belching makes it feel better. Never add two extra jalapenos when the recipe calls for one and then top it off with half a bag...
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J: “Hello?” Me: “I think I have fibromyalgia.” J: “Oh, God, Laura. Why do you think you have fibromyalgia?” Me: “Everything hurts. I googled it. I have fibromyalgia.” J: “And you don’t think you hurt...
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So last week my fibromyalgia, or polio, or body rabies, whatever I had, was making me feel like shit so like I always do in time of great physical pain, I searched my medicine cabinets and the bottom...
View ArticleSundays are for pissing off Food Pic Haters and nursing a third-degree sunburn.
That’s right, in all my excitement to get into the pool yesterday I literally cooked my lily-white-alabaster-Irish skin medium rare. I used 50 SPF, water-proof sunblock and reapplied it every hour on...
View ArticleShit’s about to get real. So clean your guns, restring your crossbows, and...
I think this is the beginning, folks. The beginning of the end. The Big ZA. Yeah, that’s right, the Zombie Apocalypse. Ebola brought here to America. EBOLA. I looked it up a while back because...
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