Pick nose, inspect findings
Finally become least socially-active person in the US according to the google
Make out with cats
Don't believe me? I have a pile of five day-old, gross smelly dishes and a left knee that is causing me to limp like a pimp that both prove my point.
As I have nothing to tell of any interest, I'll make you feel good about yourselves instead and pull another picture from the pile.
Having a bad hair day?
Oh, no no no no no no you're not. As I seem to be on some sort of overzealous quest to prove to the world that I was incapable of having a good hair day prior to May 2006, I give you another installment in "Whiskeymarie- that bitch's hair is WACK!" or, "This is what it sounds like when follicles cry" :
I think I can safely say that, at least for today...I win.
I have to go now- you get two guesses where I'm going. Here's a hint- it rhymes with "lurk" "jerk" and "Coach McGuirk".
Happy Friday, my hard-working, permed and colored little helper monkeys. Happy Friday.