Ready for my closeup
Going out to the mailbox today, I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in my car window, and took stock:
Hair nominally combed, no makeup, glasses slightly askew, tank top without benefit of a bra (oh, it's fucking brutal, people...gravity is a harsh, harsh mistress), jammie pants, and black bedroom slippers.
Something about my impromptu ensemble struck me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then it hit me like cold, raw pork upside the head: here I am, in this outfit, in a trailer park.
Even without a cigarette dangling from my lips and curlers in my hair, I am poised for stardom on COPS.
Hair nominally combed, no makeup, glasses slightly askew, tank top without benefit of a bra (oh, it's fucking brutal, people...gravity is a harsh, harsh mistress), jammie pants, and black bedroom slippers.
Something about my impromptu ensemble struck me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then it hit me like cold, raw pork upside the head: here I am, in this outfit, in a trailer park.
Even without a cigarette dangling from my lips and curlers in my hair, I am poised for stardom on COPS.
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 4:23 PM
7 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
Bad girls, bad girls, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
(You always inspire me to song)
Holy cow, Bucky. You’re becoming one of the permanently disenfranchised sub-proletariat.
And that's a bad thing?
ahahahaaa!
Make us proud, Bucky!!!
Excellent! You'll tell us when you're on, right?! We TiVo each episode!
I wanna be the guy in the wife-beater t-shirt you scream obscentities at. i will grow a pot belly just for the show.
Of course, that should have been "obscenetitties".
Sorry.
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