They told us the drought was caused by our cars, so we sold them.
Now they tell us the flooding is caused by our cars, how can this be?
And how the hell are we going to get out of here?
“Put down the hose now, mama. I’m sure you got the spider.”
I’m pretty sure this is the picture that was taken after Trump won the 2024 election and the subsequent river that resulted.
Justine! Long time no see! What tide washed you in?
.
I love you, too. Now let’s get the fuck out of this filthy water!
“you make me moist”
It’s gonna be OK. Beer floats.
Amy and Joan picked the worst possible time to come out and declare their love for each other.
Although Chlorine’s usual morning ritual of a brisk stroll to induce her daily constitutional rarely involved joining a baptism cult, today was certainly looking up!
.
*****
.
With only shockingly few moments to spare before her usual morning ritual of a brisk stroll induced her daily constitutional, Chlorine took a sec to thank her lucky stars for the ‘anyplace anytime’ environment provided by The Big Guy Upstairs!
.
*****
.
Invoking the ‘friend clench’ method to delay — for just a few sacred/precious moments — her daily constitutional, Chlorine absent-mindedly wondered about the feasibility of living in a permanent flush!
.
*****
.
Fortunately, just moments before, Chlorine watched a ‘news brief’ from the CDC&P featuring her hero — the inestimable Doctor Tony Fauci — about ‘lifting’ (or ‘dropping’, as the case may be) the official guidelines about anti-social distancing!
Incontinence support…wading in where others fear to tread.
My pronouns are Zis, Hirs, Eirs, Vers, Ters, Eirs.
They told us the drought was caused by our cars, so we sold them.
Now they tell us the flooding is caused by our cars, how can this be?
And how the hell are we going to get out of here?
“Put down the hose now, mama. I’m sure you got the spider.”
I’m pretty sure this is the picture that was taken after Trump won the 2024 election and the subsequent river that resulted.
Justine! Long time no see! What tide washed you in?
.
I love you, too. Now let’s get the fuck out of this filthy water!
“you make me moist”
It’s gonna be OK. Beer floats.
Amy and Joan picked the worst possible time to come out and declare their love for each other.
Although Chlorine’s usual morning ritual of a brisk stroll to induce her daily constitutional rarely involved joining a baptism cult, today was certainly looking up!
.
*****
.
With only shockingly few moments to spare before her usual morning ritual of a brisk stroll induced her daily constitutional, Chlorine took a sec to thank her lucky stars for the ‘anyplace anytime’ environment provided by The Big Guy Upstairs!
.
*****
.
Invoking the ‘friend clench’ method to delay — for just a few sacred/precious moments — her daily constitutional, Chlorine absent-mindedly wondered about the feasibility of living in a permanent flush!
.
*****
.
Fortunately, just moments before, Chlorine watched a ‘news brief’ from the CDC&P featuring her hero — the inestimable Doctor Tony Fauci — about ‘lifting’ (or ‘dropping’, as the case may be) the official guidelines about anti-social distancing!
Incontinence support…wading in where others fear to tread.
My pronouns are Zis, Hirs, Eirs, Vers, Ters, Eirs.