Although Irish #nyc bartenders play a significant role, I take full responsibility for my actions. Looking forward to my #newyork trip AND #St.Patrick’sDay in #SanAntonio. And no, I didn’t purchase the shirt.
Boogie lays in the bed she overturned while Chief looks at her in disgust. “Have I taught you nothing? ” I can so hear his internal dialogue. #pets
Have you ever found a pube in your food, and then you sit there intensely staring at your plate of food trying to convince yourself that its not a genital pube but maybe a less threatening type of hair just so you can sleep at night? Like maybe its a beard hair or mustache hair or really course head hair. Yeah, I mean how would a pube even get far enough north to end up in your rice? Maybe its a chest hair? No, that doesn’t make it better. Maybe its an eyelash? No, its too thick. It’s a pube Melissa. You ate at least half of the serving of rice and there was a pubic hair inside of it. The person who made it was probably using the bathroom and the offending pubic hair was ripped from their flesh whilst performing the post urination jiggle. They then left the bathroom without washing their hands and went straight back to work assembling the food that would become your brunch. Halfway through assembly, the hair, which we will now call exhibit A, became dislodged from underneath the pube owner’s dirty fingernail, where it nestled itself snugly into your meal. That’s what happened Melissa. It’s a pube. Melissa is a pube eater