Woman made us walk all the way to Zippy's to pick up take-out turkey dinners & then down to Waikiki for a picnic.
If she is too lazy to cook Thanksgiving dinner for us, the least she could do is go pick it up herself. Am I right?
Jerry passed out from the effort. He nearly died.
After our store bought dinners, we walked down by the marina.
I dug a hole in the sand...
And then I urinated in it! Ha! I bet you didn't see that coming!
Here's the pervert who takes photos of people urinating. Yes, that is Woman. She finally dares to show her face.
On a whim, I decided to banish the sun. It just acts so smug sometimes.
Begone!
Oh my. That actually worked! I wonder what other powers I possess?
Maybe I should try to summon up some cute sailors...

2 comments:
Why aren't you a writer, Woman?
-Pacem
I LOVE your blog! It's so cute and funny and I just get such a kick out of it! Keep it up! (Oh, and I'm a GREAT lover of Boston Teriers!)
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