Once again, I fail to completely grasp happenstance as it relates to human beings. Could someone explain to me how a woman who bruises bumping into furniture and wrestling with extension ladders can fall ass over tea kettle on a pair of roller blades, slide six feet, hands first to a halt, on a roughly paved parking lot, wearing cargo shorts and short sleeves, emerge without road rash?
And bruises? There were two. small ones. One of which was caused by the under wire on a bra, the other, maybe a rock.
What good is a spectacular fall, if you don’t have any battle scars to prove it? Sore ribs and abs aren’t worth shit, if they don’t leave a mark, not to mention, it hurts like hell to laugh at yourself…
Once again, our favorite mistress of mischief has presented us with a wonderful challenge for Poetry Friday. This week we will all be stepping up, and stepping out.
Have a good weekend all. Treat the weekend with all the respect a good lay deserves!
1) It is really difficult to get laid when you have a poison ivy rash.
2) Poison ivy really does spread. From your chin to cheek, contouring your jaw line, down your neck, along your waistline, in the bend of your elbow, and under your boob.
3) You eye the cat brush with unnatural curiosity.
4) You discard all pretense of being kind because aren’t going to get a piece anyway.
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