b!tches, come and get some!

baby blue, baby b!tches!!!
a bouquet of thunder an' that.
don't even act like you don't like it.


it even goes to eleven, same as the fellas shirts...
and unless you're gross,
or your special lady is,
you really need one of these new hottnesses.
just $15, my ninjas.
i know, i know, it's more dollars than the manliness,
but believe me, at a mere $2 per boob,
it's well worth the investment.
tell me, or tell shawn.
but make sure to actually tell one of us.
and we will get one out to you,
so your boobs will look even better.
waaaaay more than $4 worth, anyway.
i'm sayin'...
spending quality time was the big action plan for today.
we did it.
right up to the last minute, even.....

ever had kurdish food?
you should.
because it is SO dope for your bellyhole.
cucumbers, tomatoes, and rice and brown blops of spicy so so goodness.
babani's in st. paul is america's first kurdish restaurant.
the dudes are known for fighting skills,
and sexual prowess.
i only know this because it says so in bold burly letters,
right on the front of the menu.
the second sentence, in fact.
that's some heroic boasting, ya'll.

we went to the big catholic cathedral .
it's big.
it's catholic.
some organ guy was rocking out with christ.
that's cool.
some other guy was in a coffin, while his family sat there,
then stood up, then sat there,
then stood up, then kneeled down.....
yep.
we crashed an actual funeral.
that's just how we get busy.
mostly, though, we checked out and scoped up on some super-duper fancy unnecessaries.
we also walked through the white midwestern version of sanford & sons world of antiques.
kewpie dolls and rocky horror action figures.
in full effect.
the sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, the coincidences were ripe for cultivating.
let's hope tomorrow is ready for my turbulent travails through time and space back to the northeast.
i'm gettin' back to the home of irish-american pride,
just in time for st. patrick's day, mutha-uckas.
i'll make sure to NOT have any beers.
actually,
i had so much f*n' rooty-tooty root beer over the last week
that my whole body is starting to get a little extra sassy sasparilla sauce oozin' out.
and it wasn't just so much soda i popped, either
i ate so much flippin' food all week, kids.
painful amounts.
be grateful you aren't climbing into bed with me this evening,
because the pipes are groaning, if you feel me;
keep an ear out, and a window open,
i'm blowin' up the spot,
loud and hard;
never quiet, never soft....