I think some law, somewhere, might be in the act of being broken in this frame...
And, might I add, I can't think of another instance in my life where I witnessed a toothbrush being used in ways inconsistent with its labeling and design. I had no idea that it was a marital aid for turtles.
... my universe is ever-expanding...
Imagine if cats were to occupy theaters like people, and they all got absolutely into the movies they watched, like this kid. I'd go to the theater just to stand in the lobby or outside, for a chance to see a stampede of cats unfold. It'd be better than the movie, I feel.
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Zing! I'm chuckling after reading this one...
The one flake that can't be put into the box is the one who dumped all the others onto the table...
And I have no biases against anyone, before anyone unleashes their ire on me. Hair color, skin color, eye color, ethnicity, gender, sexual preference, and all of the other motes that make up each and every one of us inhabiting this world, now, in the past, and the present, are particles that make up a greater creation, and I look at each person based on individual creative beauty. Each is unique and each is important to me. So, calm down, and just chuckle. And if you must satisfy the need for vitriol and retaliation for an imagined slight, then hit me with a Scots-Irish joke. That's my ancestral palette... I can guarantee you I won't get angry or go on a rant.
A Blonde calls her boyfriend and says, “Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get started.”
Her boyfriend asks, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”
The blonde says, “According to the picture on the box, it’s a rooster.”
Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says,
“First of all, no matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.”
He then takes her hand and says, “Secondly, I want you to relax. Let’s have a nice cup of tea, and then….. he said with a deep sigh” …………
“Let’s put all these Corn Flakes back in the box
And the Heavens taught me that anything can happen, as long as you stay for the whole show...
That IS sexy. I love a woman with a brilliant, GOTCHA sense of humor. Sexy as fu**.
BFF: Grandmother I need to talk to you
Grandma: [concerned voice] What? What is it? Are you sick?
BFF: No, no. Grandma. I'm gay.
Grandma: What?
BFF: I'm gay Grandma. I have a girlfriend now.
Grandma: [relieved voice] Oh honey, is that all? I thought you had cancer. Anytime someone needs to tell me something they are sick. Who's your girlfriend, when is her birthday? I'll bake her a pie.
For years now, I've held Lady Gaga as the benchmark for how musicians and musical talents should interact and behave with their (her) fans, and this latest underscores that sentiment. She is everyone. Everyone, not all, singularly, herself. Feminine/ masculine/ whatever, she is that. Her eyes tell all the stories. I could see myself swimming and swooning in her eyes. I absolutely adore what she embraces. Perfecto!
I'd love to write a story about her, one that unleashes what she is, what she does, and what she brings. There's music and spectacular art in an endeavor like that, I've no doubt. So, LG (Life is definitely Good with this woman in it...), if you've a mind to, give me a shout and let's do a raw collaboration...
You're a Muse and a Goddess in my reality.
...in my reality...
Could be a title for an album... just sayin'...
Lady Gaga, photographed by Steven Meisel and styled by Edward Enninful for Vogue UK December 2021 & Vogue Italia November 2021
Pt. III
Solitary pursuits can be quite rewarding, after all. If I'm meant to be alone at this time in my life, I may as well make the most and best use of the time. Loneliness only kills if you let it, after all.
Please boost this. I have a daughter and a son, and I can but only imagine how this girl's parents and family feel at the loss of Karlie.
On the night of October 12, 2018, 16-year-old Karlie Gusé skipped a football game to attend a party with her boyfriend where, according to him, they all smoked marijuana. At around 8pm, Karlie called her stepmother, Melissa, to pick her up from a location near a trailer park. However, by the time she had arrived, Karlie already left and was running down a dark road. Melissa eventually caught up with her and Karlie slipped into the backseat, stating she thought Melissa’s car was going to kill her. Throughout the drive home, Melissa noted very paranoid behavior exhibited by her stepdaughter, such as moving seats several times. The strange behavior only progressed when they arrived at their Bishop, California, home, where Karlie resided with her father, stepmother, and siblings. Her mood kept shifting between very paranoid and very excited, and her pupils were hugely dilated, a clear indication that she was under the influence of drugs. The teen was given a salad to eat, which she had spit out and referred to as the ‘’devil’s lettuce’’. Melissa decided to record Karlie’s voice, as she intended to show her what she sounded like under the influence the following morning when she comes down from whatever possible drug that had taken over her mind.
Early on in the investigation, Melissa claimed to have routinely checked up on all the children at around 5:45 AM before going back to bed. She woke up at 9:45 and opened Karlie’s bedroom door, only to discover she wasn’t inside. Nor was she anywhere to be found inside and outside of the home. The only clue left behind was a footprint in the driveway that presumably belongs to Karlie, and the front door open ajar. However, Melissa would later change her story during a Dr. Phil interview where she stated she had slept next to Karlie in bed the whole morning and woke up in a panic when she noticed she was gone.
The missing girl was spotted by three other witnesses on that morning, appearing to be disoriented as she was walking down Ponderosa St. toward Route 6 in California, but other than that, there have been no other confirmed sightings of Karlie. The local police launched a massive search which included foot patrol, helicopters, scent dogs, and off-road vehicles, but all efforts were fruitless; it was as if the teen had vanished into thin air, not leaving a single trace to go on.
Karlie Gusé has light brown hair and blue eyes. She stands at 5′7′’ tall and weighs roughly 110 pounds. She may have been garbed in a white shirt, grey sweatpants, and Vans shoes at the time of her disappearance. If anyone has any information about Karlie Gusé’s whereabouts, please contact the Mono Country Sheriff’s Office at 760-932-7549, option 7.
First thing I'm buying is ear plugs...
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